Friday, May 4, 2018
HERE COMES THE LUNCH
Lengthy verse (more than 100 lines or so)
bores me to tears. Just make your
point suckah, and admit that you are
a novelist at heart. And haiku,
while so tasty and perfect for our
ADD world, is the Chinese
food of poetry. You're ravenous again
shortly afterward. So I'm going to
feed you a light lunch to tide you over.
Let's see...it's about me (isn't it always?)
I'm wasting away in the bar of a
hotel (you could call it seedy)
when a woman slides
onto the stool next to me.
Maybe she's a hooker.
Maybe she isn't. But we end up
getting a room and afterwards
as we light the proverbial fags
(I don't smoke but it's necessary
to the atmosphere of the story)
we begin sharing details of our
personal lives and lo and behold
it turns out that she's my long
lost sister! I look her square
in the eye and say that I don't
regret a thing. She says well
she does regret one thing
and I say what's that and
she says it's that now you're
prolly not going to pay me!