Driven to drink
by all reasonable expectations
the watch on your wrist
matches their faces
her mouth is like a bullet hole in glass as you leave
Buck up, dude
the annihilate special forces run amok
through the furniture of your red corpuscles
it won't be long
no, it's God
no it's you
staring out of your morning coffee . . .
gray sky easing its way in through open windows
so nice then, the red roses on your boxers in the john
"Small Garden w/Graffiti"
so nice, the blush of color spreading down her breastbone
when you whisper the alphabet into her ear . . .
Soon it's time to catch the bus
Citrus, a woman says,
sniffing your aura
The face of the bank appears
stricken with autism
"How many loan officers does it take to screw in a light bulb?"
at 3 a.m. a lunar eclipse in your living room last night
even with no ice left
Jesus said: Why have you forsaken me
But: 9 am on a Monday
the coffee's coming out of the Bun
(the way it has for a trillion years)
everyone's got troubles
and besides, it's beautiful inside today
The Beatles singing "Savoy Truffle" in the copier room
(But you'll have to have them all pulled out
after the Savoy truffle)
to the beat of the blinking digital display
. . . toner alertooolow-toner alertooolow-toner alert . . .
and not a thing in the world
you can do
to fix it
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