Cell phone alarm goes off
Tuck in my shirt
salad
coffee
talking heads on the TV
smiling
more coffee
out the door
and it's moderately sunny
everyone on the train
is lonely
and running into each other
some believe in god
some don't
but they all comb their hair
and put their ties on
like they're going to church
kneel
to fix a copier
rise when our break's over
and lust
for the cashier
When we get our check
it isn't much
We spend it on wine
and tortilla chips
and the rest
goes somewhere
mysterious
some say Jesus
some say the gas company
some say fuck it and buy DVDs
and some commit suicide
I open the door
to 50 screaming parochial school kids
and punch in
© 2010 Lee Kitzis
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Space and Below
Riding the train to work
I put my name tags on
Johnny Cash in my head
as a Latina w/ highlights
picks through her chips
like she's searching for diamonds
in a bag of shit
I want to make love to her
and take her Cheetos
The doors open
I get off
it isn't too hot
it isn't too cold
as the Hubble telescope
looks down on us
watching a movie
on how the Hubble telescope looks down on us
like a liquor store security camera
© 2010 Lee Kitzis
I put my name tags on
Johnny Cash in my head
as a Latina w/ highlights
picks through her chips
like she's searching for diamonds
in a bag of shit
I want to make love to her
and take her Cheetos
The doors open
I get off
it isn't too hot
it isn't too cold
as the Hubble telescope
looks down on us
watching a movie
on how the Hubble telescope looks down on us
like a liquor store security camera
© 2010 Lee Kitzis
Sunday, April 11, 2010
#1 Dad
I drink coffee
at the bus stop
and watch the NASCAR dads
and meth-head moms
drag their kids
into the building
their shirts stained w/ Wyler’s
fruit punch
tiny screaming miracles
I’ve got a good woman
she doesn’t want kids
we lay in bed
drinking cheap wine
and watching old Pink Panther cartoons
and when we make love
it’s nice
giving birth to
the quiet
in each other’s arms
we fall asleep
with a homeschooled cat
© 2010 Lee Kitzis
at the bus stop
and watch the NASCAR dads
and meth-head moms
drag their kids
into the building
their shirts stained w/ Wyler’s
fruit punch
tiny screaming miracles
I’ve got a good woman
she doesn’t want kids
we lay in bed
drinking cheap wine
and watching old Pink Panther cartoons
and when we make love
it’s nice
giving birth to
the quiet
in each other’s arms
we fall asleep
with a homeschooled cat
© 2010 Lee Kitzis
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