I Met a Southern Man

I met a Southern man today
he had his polo shirt tucked in
a trophy wife and bandages all over his face

he was not very nice
so when he finished riding the flight simulator
I pulled the lever to release his harness
without telling him to put his head back

It caught him right on the chin

his glasses fell off

it felt good

Like a cold vodka martini

on a rainy summer day

The next guy was from Cleveland

© 2009 Lee Kitzis

Post-Thanksgiving Poem

A paycheck short

The Hustler’s on T.V.

I pour a martini

too tired to shave

5 hours ‘til work

I make tomorrows spaghetti

it is November 28, 2008

the turkey is gone

I will be thankful if my paycheck gets here
before the rent check gets cashed

there is a slice of pie

I won $2.95 in poker today

I’m thankful for that

4 hours 30 minutes ‘til work

sleep

Tomorrow’s November 29, 2008

I’ll watch the History Channel

and toss cranberry sauce off the balcony

because the holidays are the holidays

celebrity deaths
socks
and slush

Some people run into each other
then it’s over

like rush hour

like this poem

© 2008 Lee Kitzis