|
He's a quintessential stew
of blues (always crying
bout the news) but, I love
him. I do. I mean, he is
rootsy and full of verve.
But, hell, he never told me
he loved me. Lois ate her
cereal as she talked to her
mom long distance (not on
any damn cell phone). Lou
said, sounds like the guy
for you. Two blocks away
George was waking. Turned
the tube on (no damn cable)
and watched the news. Took
a cold shower. Got his work
clothes on and walked down
to Bern Electric near 4th
in Ashtabula. Saw his pal
and in a second said, I
know she loves me. Didn't
ask me if I had AIDS, or if
my old girl friend was around.
Wanna touch her dexterous
poontang and lick her inner
ears. But when? His buddy,
Larry kept working, and out
the side of his mouth he
warned, I had a girl like
that once, and didn't marry
her. I went on to become
the loneliest man to ever
operate a power lathe grinding
precision washers for a co.
that does not give a shit
whether I find love or not.
|
Rio:
A Journal of the Arts