Long night
last night
Five minutes into my workday
Ian dropped his phone
asked me to pick it up
I did
there was a picture of his balls
as the screensaver
he ballphoned me good
One of the old guys
who volunteers
tried to engage me in conversation
He pulled out
his entire arsenal
of senior citizen bullshit
“Museum’s dead”
“Howabout that Blagojevich”
“Went to Disneyland with the family in ‘79”
“Satellite crash”
It is Thursday February 12, 2009
last night
was a long night
of Jameson and Swedish Fish
It was Brian’s birthday
and we ate and we drank
Today
there’s a bipolar Gummi bear
in my stomach
It’s got nowhere to go
like an old guy volunteering
at a dead museum
yammering away
while I try to write a poem for my buddy
The ballphoning never ends
© 2009 Lee Kitzis
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You're on a roll. Ballphoning is an entirely new and appealing concept to me. I consumed garlic hummus, onion rings and sparks one evening which resulted in a neon fresco on porcelain.
Just wanted you to know that...
Swedish Fish have been crossed off this man's "okay to eat" list. My caramel fire hydrant burst, as well.
Apparently, Sweden likes to stick it to the Jews.
Thanks for the appropriately shitty poem. You know the way to my heart, sir.
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