Distinguished Language
has no place
in my riffraffian tomfoolery
Or maybe it does have a place
sitting on a Stopped Clock barstool cheek-by-jowl
with a lascivious minister who drinks like a Catholic
an overweight ex-jock with tendonopathy & heartburn
a long-suffering mailman with a satchel of dogbites
2 or 3 hookers whose blistered feet shout gorgeous invective
& the tenured professor a High Church lesbian
with an unrelenting crush on the smart-ass lady barkeep
curvy & thirty & hopelessly straight
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

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Written on 2023-07-14 at 16:29



