MILLICENT BEGINS THE MONUMENTAL TASK OF DICTATING HER MEMOIR

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--dVerse Poets Pub

(A revised version of one that appeared a few years back. Enjoy!)



OH, BUZZARD SHIT
she said, with a wink
and a drink in her hand.

I knew Marilyn when
she was still a brunette.

I boinked so many famous men
there's no keeping track.

It wasn't notches on your gun
back then...
nothing like that.

They were all indiscretions.
You either gave in...
 or you didn't.

Some guilt?
Sure.
But you did it for love.
Every time.

That's the difference 
between then and now.

BUZZARD SHIT
she said with a start, 
momentarily nodding off--
her gin and tonic slipping
from her fingers
to the floor,
seeping  into the
wine-colored carpet.

It only lasts for as long
as there's a twinkle in his eye...
get that down...
a twinkle...in... his...

And she is out
down for the count
and done for the day.

It's a beginning.