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Lunch Date
Up
All American Avenue
At the corner of
Respectability
The the Twin Towers of
Let's Make a Deal
Loom with
Brokers and Lawyers
Lap Dancing for
Blue Haired Pockets
And Publicans
Sucking Industrial
Cock fights
Down
Five blocks
Tasha stabs
Stainless
thru pink
nipples
bears her
Cross on her belly
bounces silicone
on balding heads
for George
rolled into a garter.
Tween towers and teeters
he lives on suicide
Breakfast and
Ben Folds Five
One song
on a CD
Over and Over
Drinking cigars
in rental cars
and biting gold
and platinum
security blankets
He walks in
wearing Pierre and she expects
Andrew to leap from
Leather as she
Gets guilty all
Over his knee
But he sips bourbon
water
and cancels
checking her out
and she marvels
that he talks to
her like she is
more than lunch
And,
He says - "what the hell do you think I do all day?"
Tasha slants back
Curls her tongue
Around a red straw
sips fifty bucks
Down
slowly
Trying to lug
conversation
Without saying anything
Too
real
about herself
maybe it's his eyes
Maybe she just thinks
He's good
or good for more
Than a tawdry tango
whispers
A number
In his ear
And begs him
To call
Outside he changes
The CD to
Squirrel Nut Zippers
And plays
Hell
DINKs
Dinks
My friends are
Double incomed and
No kids
Proud not to have any
They dote over puppies
And antiques as old
As their attitudes have become
She looks like a kid
My kid sister
Though we had different parents
My kid sister nonetheless
The scar on her neck
Unnoticeable an hour after
Hallway hugs and
She looks so good
To have beaten the cancer
That ate her
Better than she ever had
And the hosts
I hugged the former
Hip twister harder
Than my own brother
But they dink
And dink
And write flowery words
For Border's afternoons
To read and
Pat pat
It's good I know
But it dinks
Dinking jaws drop
As I tell them I am
Divorcing
Too un-republican
I know
It dinks, not more
Suprising than
That I ever got married though
They dink at me
And the other one
The user
Didn't show
Until lunch the next day
Disconnected
We connected
In our disconnection
He looks used up
But the same
Disconnected from ex
From son
From the universe
Disconnected
Like me
It dinks
Psychology
Between Freud and
Dr. Will
It's said everything
Is about
Eating
And fucking.
We're all cannibals who
Haven't eaten each other yet.
Because
There's plenty of food
Of course
However,
I've decided
I'm going to eat
And fuck you
Letting Superman Go
I put on your shoes
When I was five
And my toes didn't quite
Make it past the tongue
I tried to keep your stride
When I was twenty
But your pace
Was always too
Brisk for me
To keep up
Tried to wear your faith
Like a shirt
didn't fit
I wore your name like a bow-tie
Parted my hair the way you showed me
When I was eight
Sat in your favorite chair
When you weren't looking
Drove your car high into the air
Slammed it into a soybean field
And never told you about it
Took the lid off your pepper shaker
On April Fools Day
Stopped scribbling fancy art
And drew those straight
Straight engineering lines
With your best number 2 drafting pencil
And maybe
It was the day
When I woke up
And realized I wasn't you
And didn't have to be
Maybe it was that day
When I first grieved
It was hard to watch you
Not be you anymore
Hard to see Superman
Fall before Kryptonite
Like a rag
I've missed you my friend
My father
My hero
My idol
I'll miss you more
But, I've had you a long time
Lexiholic
I slept into the Saturday
Morning laze
Hungover from
Nintey-eight proof
Lexis drunk
Straight from the quatrain
Vocabulary so potent
It leaves me
Heady
To see your voice
Traversing
The reserve between us
Lexis lectrons
Sprawling through
The molecular lattice works
Of my skin
From utterances of
Oh
That echo in nostalgic synapse
Sleeping in the Saturday
Laze
No twelve
Steps to therapy for this
Craving
Parched
Give me a shot
Straight up
I am Rebel
And I'm a Lexiholic
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