Women

The problem, as usual,
is what do I do with the cat?


As usual that is, because I have been looking for her
for some years now.


As usual, because yet again reality gave
me less than 24 hours to make a decision.


Thank God I'm quick,
or I will not have the seconds for this writing,
branula and all.


And even have time to dress for the occasion,
given that the sabbath had already landed,
while I was injecting into my vein.


They just told me I had a crab on dad's lefty the other day,
and later dropped it down to fifty,
then straight down to zero,
save a 50 for a cool mill -
not a bad deal at that.





The golden haired angel thinks he just had a fight with me,
because I yelled at him to leave my hospital.
Thirty seconds later she showed behind the corner.
Yet another delirous Jacob.
I think I just started smoking again - for the same reason
he had started smelling life.
The black excuse is not even close.