by David Williams
… but her kisses are like an open upstairs window when the midnight
rambler’s on the prowl
…and someone else is “frailer than a flying gnat”, someone says
… while another is “…as glib as a pop-stars press-conference…”
… and then you overhear someone refer to her husband as,
“this house? this house?—
this burning house?— “
… and the love pours out of everyone like an endless stream of kerosene
awaiting a spark,
cue you?
… and then somebody enters with a “loaf of paycheck”
and you wonder, “… is it enough?”
and the sons and daughters of middle-class guilt and indigestion…
“Salute Us One n All”…
n that might be your part— who knows?—go ahead, jump—
Jump in!— IMPROV!
… you don’t have to be “background” your whole damned life.
Pegasus 