Poetry In Lotion

                                For ks, always & again

You get ideas and I do the heavy lifting

Or maybe that was Cuba talking

Shit in one hand, wish with the other…

I mean, how do you stand it?

I care nothing for rules

Dirty little tramp cocktail

But, you know, some people:

It just doesn’t come naturally to them

I’m going on my lunch break

I’ll take yours, too           

Modern-day mythology                it takes some getting used to

Darling. Don’t you know?

I do my best thinking on my feet

My insights are fueled by need

If part of this wasn’t self-interest, what would I do?

Can you lose your cool with someone who thinks the right way about things?

Darling, he says, listen my dear

No

How can you yell at someone who calls you

Not like that, use two forks

They were lying next to each other

I don’t know if that’s a good thing

They were rubbing shoulders

Sure it’ll work. That’s the seating plan

You can have whatever you want

Whatever the children have in mind

Stop swinging that knife around

Get real

You have to be satisfied

You’re annoyed because they don’t buy your thesis

They shouldn’t

You sit down at the piano

Play your Debussy

One has to live according to one’s principles

Maybe that means you retire

When everybody else fails you

You believe me

I always call you

I tell you everything

I’m using you but I have sympathy

How much, how much?

There go the fireworks

What do you look like?

Chief ideologue, that’s you

Can’t stand reality

I don’t blame you. I can’t stand it, either

Stop watching the horses pass by

You don’t want to go to school

What are the options?

A dish. Or, maybe, a cup.