I know this eating house
that's best when the day's light
is laid out like a stiff cadaver
and the night's barely old enough to drive.
The tables cringe beneath off white butcher's paper,
The private booths are dimmed in candle glow,
though I warn you the waiters come and go
speaking of recycled tangelos.
The wine is always worth a toast,
and the place is filled with pretty folks.
This bistro's fare is more than fair
so name the day and I'll take you there.

They're gone now,
our wild reveries
are now replaced by others.
No one will remember
the cannonballs
we exploded there,
blaring AC DC's givin' the dog a bone,
the licorice in our mouths,
or the grain spiked tangelos.

Surely her red bandana
was the attractant,
but it was the way
she wiggled her hips
that truly drew me in.
Her musk slayed me,
it was so ****** delightful
connecting her
beads of perspiration
with my quivering finger,
her breath quickened
between the dots
of her meaty thighs.
I will forget her
some night, but
I am content now,
just remembering
her innocent smile
and the way
she dialed me into
her broken heart.

I layed there
courageous
inside our wetness
and watched her
doe-eyes break in waves,
against the shores
of her high cheekbones,
it shattered my dreams.

And I am really sorry,
feel a sadness beyond belief
I couldn't make it better
for her or that
I never got the chance
to apologize
over the phone.

She's long gone...
I heard she's in Virginia.

He is here and
there around me.

Stands by me
as I cook
up a dish
he’ll never taste.

Follows me to the
yard, where
I pluck tangelos
he’ll never squeeze.

Sits snuggled
up against me,
watching TV shows
he’ll never see.

Complains that
I feed the dogs
off my plate,
steals the blankets,
hides the mustard,
says I put too many
beans in the chili

And I won’t, just
won’t let him go.

Follows me in sleep.
Elbows me at night.
I turn to shake him...

He’s gone.
It’s turned first light.

And still I miss him so...