he's mr hot italiano goin on my dream vacation oo ooo

so you chat me up cuz i look like a professor
you'd like to teach
lessons in the workings
of your tongue. english a sideline
modeling as a kill you young career. it's
all the partaying, conferences, sunday go to meetings and
you're shy with the old, excuse you ,
mature ladies. ahem. another cancer, another water
sign cold blooded insectoid encounter. what's up
with all the cancers i'm attracting? still when i ask you
where you want to go , and i type barcelona but don't send it yet cuz i'm being typically long
winded, you type barcelona
is where you're going next.
month.
may. i have. a passport please?
of course you're not a marketing financial sales lawyer independently
wealthy ex rocket scientist coke addict you are
mr hot young too goddamn young italiano
goin on my dream vacation
oo
oooooo.

so i don't get to go.
sigh.










*(&&&(((







went to the ren fest today. bought a dress
for my daughter. the kind i never bought for me.
son wanted a sword. i told him, when you're eighteen
i'll get you one. or maybe twenty like yr sister. can't
play favorites can't pay for all this
and a drum too. didn't get the drum.
got a diggeridoo or two. on sale.
and a new leatherbound journal with recycled cotton paper
hand crafted, hand bound. whatever you write in there
says the craftsman, will last a thousand years.
oh my gawd. the pressure.
now i 'm afraid to put down anything.
maybe i'll write a song for barcelona.
or the hot italiano
whose papers i'll never get to grade
or maybe i'll write a poem for you.