WATCH MY PARTY
HANDSHAKE
Everyone at this boarding house you said came from
other places - roomers from like Indiana and Peru.
I believed you, so let's make it work. I want all of
this to turn out as I'd expected. The very idea of
crashing parties is weird to me, but I do remember
that girl (with the weird red jumpsuit) who said it
would be alright if we showed up. I liked that
idea instantly. Like some sugar-frosted drink
already bubbling up over the top, these frothy
babes milling around can quite possibly make
my night. I remember, a long time ago, I had
some gay friend, Paul, who used to say things
like 'a perfect ending to a perfect day.'
What a schlubb he was.
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This place has a computer room, but the guy in
gray there was saying everything is very slow.
I don't know what he means or what he'd be
looking for, but it wouldn't much matter to me.
I just need somewhere to go, you know, if I
start getting words. Such stuff happens, at the
very worse times. I'll get us a drink; you go crawl
the latticework and then tell me what you see,
Is it her, or is it she?
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New Directions Publishers. I always thought that
was a good name, I mean for what they did. The way
things are now it seems better that things call themselves,
at least more truthfully, what they really are - 'no direction
publishers'. Good name that - has a nice ring. By the way,
I'd like to talk to you later, stick aound a while, before we
go maybe we can talk. I like your eyes; you make me
whistle, I like the way you wear your clothes.
You get my party tongue a'wagging.
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