Tuesday, March 15, 2011

You Know How

Sometimes you just need a kitchen table surrounded by really old women

With instant Folgers

And diabetic cats

And then the one surviving man can enter through the screen door wearing nothing but rubber boots

And we can all roll our eyes

And pity the mind he lost to the back of the silver wear drawer with the meatballs with the ice cubes with the day job with the gas pump Silly bear

And go back to our sound observations

And perverse calculations


The ladies of the table

The watchers of the lake

Thelma was a pussy

And Louise was a hoe

It only matters from the waist up,

Skin and Toast

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