SHE’S SO
SHE’S SO FINE GENERIC
2 women beside me talk art movies
books & jeans (they fit like fucking sausages)
Their banter is manic performing for the plebes
Louder still with shrill laughter
While the park at our feet is emerald wet fragrant ! QUIET PLEASE
How long do you think this will last? The solstice is
near past and that giant yellow moon will soon appear
Now they talk about dead acquaintances whose ailments
were poo-pooed I either need a tranquilizer or an Uzi
One will obliterate the need for the other He’s husky not fat Is Michael husky?
I pass into a netherworld now where neither lush park
nor yellow moon can reach me and winter cannot
arrive too soon Frozen empty streets de-nuded of
smart repartee on languid afternoons
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*(note to self: stop saying – fucking bullshit and baby)
Spring 3013
