“Are you trying to be hilarious?
Because it’s working.”
Barrage and Posh are
two royally boring lounges.
Spinoza in Her Youth
is infinitely better fare
while I’m eating an apple
with sore gums. “Blah blah
soil spots on mind’s brackets
blah blah” (to paraphrase)...
“What’s doing?” “Nothing but
filling up the tabloids.”
“And where is everybody?”
“At the Blondie concert.”
I was getting to something in
New York. Oh, the big ’uns;
today he’s 22. I love him. We
bore each other into being single
and just thinking about love.
Then I picked him up,
kissed him once or twice
and threw him in a cab home.
Okay, corndog time!
