Saturday, February 22, 2014

5096. OH MY, BRILLINGSWORTH


OH MY, BRILLINGSWORTH
I'm done for now, and been quoted to death.
On a certain foul cushion along 24th street, some
fool has my name on his tongue, and what he's saying
just isn't right. I'm rolling over like Fido, because 
I just might as well be dead.
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Lemonade and sulphur, that's what I think they
were drinking : wearing no reputations and carrying
something glum. 'Keep it separate', the guy said. I
stayed in place. Out front, there was a bench where
a few other workmen were just sitting around.

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