Benseraglio2
Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:07:13 -0700
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o the diplomats strolling in pairs among the tulips
in peculiar suits, bad ties, and vintage trenchcoats
speaking odd Slovenian dialects
animated
conspiratorial
deep in their plots
among the tulips in the Katherine Hepburn garden
they're not looking for love
they've found it already
or maybe something better
here's a chubby young lady in gold plastic boots
punkish, heavy breasted, obscenely juicy
black black hair, it's dyed
bright cherry lips
her pudgy unshaved legs looking naked, pale and sickly
untanned, but it's still early in April
she punches a number on her cellphone, then --
(loudly) "Sorry!" (pause)
(cheerily) "Wrong number! (pause)
(sotto voce, to herself) "Damn!"
she glances up at me to receive my penetrating imperial gaze and for a moment I want to rush over, embrace her awkward young heavy breasts
give her my own phone number
so she'll talk to me on her cellphone and never have to
dial a wrong number again
then of course her awkward boyfriend shows up
he's short -- bad haircut
an obvious loser
but they walk off arm in arm among the tulips
hand in hand
animated
conspiratorial
they're not looking for love
they've found it already
or something better
the guy on my left chattering to his cellphone
animated
conspiratorial
"I've just learned to keep that dude at arm's length --
yeah! --
all he does is talk about himself --
yeah! --
he's pathetic! --
yeah! --
8 o'clock in the morning and he's like 'I've been a heroin addict for 6 years!' --
yeah! --"
the dead don't talk but the living sure do
into their cellphones
into the satellite waves
into the cosmic Saturnian dust
to their confessors, their co-conspirators
to their handlers, their wannabe lovers
the living talk a lot but they might as well not
another hundred springs and they'll be dead too
for all that jabbering leaving not a trace
among the tulips in the Katherine Hepburn garden
Ross Bender |