10,333. BETE NOIR AT THE HALL OF ISSUES

BETE NOIR AT THE 

HALL OF ISSUES

And it's all right here, in Paris, New Jersey :

the sublime affront, the blow-up Santa, the

broken reindeer on the chimney-top roof.

I watch the lumpy Christmas girl get out

of her State Island car, and I know it can't

be the same : she's too coarse and loud and 

flubby. She pulls things around, the throws.

Slamming the car door to utter, 'Bitches!'

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And it's all right here, in Paris, New Jersey.

The two funny guys, having coffee together;

not coffee, really more a sweetened froth

with a nut cake slice on the Christmas side

while they talk about scarves. Uh oh. Just

sometimes men will be men, and other times

not. If there was any more shine on their

shoes I'd be able to see up their slacks.

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And it's right here in Paris, New Jersey  -

where they hunker down for snowstorm

dangers and count their shovels and scrapers

too. Can't be unprepared for what's to come.

Sleds and sleigh-bells in the park for you.