the shades of imperfection
today is one of those days
when I long
for my old lifestyle
- of fast fucks
and slow Sundays -
today I want to shed
this cement slough
of children
and picket fences
today I want
to take three new lovers
and an old one
today
is an imperfect streak
in the fabric
of my so-called
perfection
today is one of those days
when expenses mount
and caffeine fails
I need a slug of whisky
- single malt -
today a wave of envy
crashes into me
and rides me rides me
without finesse
just because
of a friend's poem
a friend's perfect moment
in the fabric
of her so-called
single (unmarried)
imperfection
a study in white
a ballet of dreams
a glimmer of bells
Manila cigars
after the groom’s speech
-
he’s a real shark
sexy and able and strong -
and when the champagne is all pissed
you find an inactive walrus
in your bedroom
