Sunday, July 4, 2010

networking


i sat on the red chair
looked at the wall
and the artwork was different

different frames
other images
less romantic
less convincing

across the counter
one girl looked
like a japanese heroine
and the other looked like
frida calo's sister

that night
at the party
i was able to speak
to the legend's wife

i did not understand
why she was afraid of me
a year ago
now she seemed
a perfect hostess

my friend the legend
even though he's elderly
was knocking out
young lads all over his house

the food was good
carne asada for the whole world
and there was enough drink
suddenly i remembered
that such things
are there to make you glad

inside my car
all i could see was trash
and she said
there's so many beautiful poems
in here

she said her name
was one of the elements
and i know i have seen her before
some place
somewhere
a long time ago

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