MERRILY TO THE HOSPITAL WE GO
I sport a cardigan like a boss. Don’t you
just hate lame language? It’s so difficult
to be contemporary or classic. There’s got to be some medium
who can put me in contact
with the ghosts of those who know.
We move into the country
to eat our children in peace.
Right now I’ve only a couple bucks
but some day our parents will pass out.
We’ll sell all their properties in Boca
and our pants will finally fit.
Looking back on my fatal car crash
there were some enjoyable moments.
Not sleeping. Not sleeping and eating breakfast and going to work
and doing that repeatedly without noticing. I’ve really got to raise my glass
to Lisa, here’s to your resilience girl,
for keeping perfect pace
with rat kings of the mind.