Monday, March 28, 2011


Chamber Music

Three scrambles and a
big sausage.   Nice, huh?
The Sutro something-or-
other.   Brunch on ham
and smoke.   We play
with rules.   I beg to

Something comfort-
able (liver) but glad
to be there.   A night
out at the convenience
store.   Four blocks to
the nearest hookah.

Try to say it zombie,
boozing it up like
Kitten on the Keys.
Tonight?   Sorry,
I’m not buttoned
or zippered and a
little flushed.

Weave in and out
of your lane like a
sob story.   Just you
and me?   Nope.   He
got pushed to the
end and checked
himself in.