Wednesday, January 2, 2013

A Game of Singles

Season me in sauce
for a little while
separate the fruit and add
the sour cream
quantities of the necessary −
such beauty in our needs
and I’m in the mood
to straighten out
pepper and salt a sexual boy
find a bit of lost improvement
a fondling stampede
to make the sugar leak −
explore before I buy.

Damn! he’s in bed drunk!

I hesitate to call again
kill the memory
separate the syrup of the night
there’s room enough for strength
it’s obvious he’s full of bone
and rugby matches −
exotic full-back
prefers a beer and a smoke.

Still, there’s always Gordon
playing vintage with the cool
hair piece sticks, at least
impresses heaps
of reliable tarts
after his nutty riches.
Gordon, ‘top of the bubbly set’
guest observer at the tennis match
paying $90 for a seat −
hissing dentures non-stop
to red heels in lips.

I have to radiate
contemplate my potential
this lack of twenty two.
I must resist this sudden urge
of photocopy hunting
images of my younger self.
I’m not surprised, Gordon rang
and suggested more than
a game of sport!



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