bi or be wear

we glorify ourselves
in our profile pictures
but it is within
our view more photos of
that we really live
unflattering
and mostly out of focus

the social

she writes to me
that she's been busy
that it's social season there
lots of outings and outfits
and champagne hangovers

i think to myself
that i've not been so busy
that it's baseball season here
lots of innings and infields
and cheaply-achieved hangovers

i picture white gloves on everyone
garsington opera season in oxford
the guards polo club queen's cup final in berkshire
the british jumping derby in sussex
holker garden festival in cumbria

i picture gents wearing monocles
just like the monopoly guy
and i picture all the lavish events
and impeccable table manners
and horse hoof banter

and i smile and think
she's probably the fairest of them all
and that she pulls it off
with wit fired right over their heads
and that she can't really be into all of it

fat posthumous chance

i keep on
immortalizing you
in poems
that will never be read
by anybody
before or after i'm dead

we both drink from the same tap, so what gives?

i live with a musical genius
it must be frustrating for him
waiting for everyone else
to wake up and realize it

the good, the bad and the terribly tailored

i'm almost certain
that most of these
city investors
& business
professionals
have copies of GQ
strewn about
their imported
winsome oak
coffee tables
so why haven't
the majority
of them
bothered to
flip through
even just a
few of the pages?
there is enough
worsted spun
vicuna fabric
sagging and sauntering
on bay street these days
that if you brought in
even just a few good tailors
and their measuring tapes
you'd have enough
trimmed excess
left over to dress
all the slums
in all the cities
in all the world
in peak lapel
double-breasted
power suits

they'd stil have their cars to tell em apart

radical metal

it's moments
like these
that make me refuse
to get a hair cut
sometimes i forget
just how much
i love the way
some people can make their guitars scream

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fitting that it should start raining
just as we begin to stop fitting