Talking
to my old girlfriend,
I got confused.
She said,
I have high hopes.
And I said back to her,
said back to her front
damn, girl,
look at them,
I just want to do a full
Al Franken on those
melons.
I am both,
high and hopeful.
If I had only been
lucky.
I don’t hear so good.
But I try
to listen.
Talking to my old girlfriend,
my newest wife
cry’s like a sphinx
with a non-disclosure agreement.
Nobody knows about us
I tell her
just the whole world
she says back
actually I have no idea
what she’s saying.
Like a Mrs. Bela Lugosi impression.
Sometimes,
I am sitting here
with my hand in my pants
and I have to wonder,
What the fuck?