Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States

Wednesday, March 10, 2010


Somewhere we are all thick and full of happy hugs, an airport arrival gate inside the chest. Stop! Drop your bags, friend, drop the hate, and drop that old lady behind you. Send her falling, flailing into our waiting arms. We'll squeeze her, but we won't get fresh, no 1960's Marrakesh, also without the bugs. There will be plenty of fresh back at the Home, old-fashioned charms, intervals with rest. In this air-conditioned space, we'll embrace her, kiss her face, and best mind her brittle bones. She's probably cold. She'll make old lady tones, and cackle, "Careful sonny," and give you a glare and give us a hard candy to share. It's sunny here. It was cloudy there.

We will, however, get fresh with you, maybe grab your ass. We'll grab your ass. It's been a while since we seen your ass and grabbed it as a treat. We'll embarrass you in front of strangers, share our body heat, but you know you crave that thickness, you know you love when we spread that joy. It elevates a man to boy. It's the meat. You like the meat. We all inside, though try to hide, really like the meat.



Blogger sybil law said...

I most definitely like the meat.

9:09 PM  
Blogger JMH said...

We all like the meat.

9:15 PM  
Blogger jorg wobblington lopez said...

This is really great. I love rhymes! and the meat.

10:27 PM  
Blogger JMH said...

We all love the meat.

11:08 PM  
Anonymous Asylum Dolly said...

Even vegetarians eat that meat.

7:48 PM  
Blogger Stella said...

Three cheers for meat.

7:04 AM  
Blogger Rassles said...

Rhyming? Crazyness. I don't think I read this before I wrote horrible poems, but I very well might have just left it in my pocket for awhile.

2:19 PM  
Blogger JMH said...

I thought the Build-A-Bear one was very technically strong as well as hilarious.

8:50 PM  

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