Magicland

Wake up

get the days Accuweather

-40 degrees with a -40 dollar bank account

eggs
sunnyside up
two slices of buttered (margarined) toast
cup of Eight o’ Clock Coffee

My brother just got promoted to trader
I’m happy for him

he was always the mathematical go-getter in the family
I was always the writing masturbator

I should pitch a sitcom to The U
Lee and Dan

“Lee! Did you eat all my cottage cheese?!”
“You can’t change me.”

(laugh track)
(cancelled)

I thought there was some magic in the city
when I was 16

I turned 27
and realized the magic
is pigeons

Chicago is a frozen hell in January
with trapper hats ugg boots aggressive homeless people

so I stay in my apartment
in a fantasyland of summer

as the pigeons crap pixie dust outside

I’m 27

when I was 16
I thought there was some magic in the city

I was also a virgin living with my parents

© 2009 Lee Kitzis

For Dan, Lindsey, and Brian

The pretty Hungarian girls bundled up at Hollywood Grill
the Czech bars are empty
and the hostels dark

I’ve got work tomorrow

‘cus poetry only pays the printer

but I have my friends
and my pinto beans

so that counts for something

but not much

since this is a short poem

and I forgot to buy tortillas

© 2008 Lee Kitzis