BLUE COLLAR HOLIDAY
Don't Let Me Eat Dinner Smoking & juvenile obesity are not uncommon in unhappy people Especially in ALICE DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE (her kids do but that's a different story) the sky low-slung & beer-colored with curling tufts of dry ice smoke Amid Alaskan, if not "Alaskan," snow & billboard shots Of Kate Moss in those jean ads when she was, like, age two I'm not eating again until I am that thin I subsist on squab filets, "turn toward purple colas" (diet) & upset them As in a poem that springs a chubby when the lights go on Ask me what these days & nights are like, Tits! Like a blast of cold fir green air around human irises. My nerves, my nerves! Mama take this pepper spray from me -- I can't defame the minions to-night On this isle we have the statue of liberation I am not a mature audience, possess the sexual mores Of estrous chinchillas in the remote & humorless Hinterlands of Jersey City but neuters are never happy either Oh my life is a string of meaningless affairs I can never go back Whatever becomes of me, I shall never use this lavatory again, I am so drunk.