YOU GAVE YOUR HEART TO THE UPS GUY
You gave your heart to the UPS guy,
Then went and moved to Switzerland.
Married in neutrality:
Permanent stasis, permanent diapers,
permanent sex with windshield wipers.
Riding a pole in heated advances,
Fading relations with various Lances,
Ninafartsadinas with the wind beneath their wings,
Bette Midler's wrinkled hands still groping at my underthings.
By your own choice you left my domain,
So don't lacerate my eardrums with your aching refrains:
"The first dream fades in naive youth,
The last dream falls upon the last tooth".
So future dentures soaked in the scent of a threesome,
Dumbling the rejection with a joint venture and some vodka.
Your love it lies and dies upon the rocks of sensuous thighs,
In the halls of Pianos lie the stolen bags of gypsies
and your shaking hipsies,
Lick my cabaret license and roll her bocchi balls across the court
and spark of yesterday's fading youth
and again with the balding gray nitemares Spalding.
Your love dances with cancerous heart maggots
and neatly files itself among the Jack Nicholson smiles
and piles of tax return angst returns on April 15
we blessed the sacred loneliness of alienation
among my former Umates.
Kady saves me and breathes life in lifeless limbs once more,
I pour my heart into her water bowl and troll around once again.
I pray I am not prey to Random house you lousy louse,
I fix my gaze on your strapless blouse.
And Once Again a fairy tale of fairies lost inside the well,
The tears well up but wedding mount and mount and mount,
And babies pop out of the ground and angry moms abound.
Batter my wrinkles and mingle with my ponce deleon fantasies of
Zsa Zsa Gabor at 24 and Dinah Shore and much much more,
And we were born on the sidewalks of Carney,
Carnivores of industrial blenders in heat,
We are Meat.
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