Allergies at the Cabin
We take our life in our hands,
Or at least you do
Light trades with shadow
As the Cottonwood floats down
Piles like snowdrifts on the edges
Moves like a yawn on the floor
Yellow splatters on us
Paint hat tokens from an old room
I can see
Your tears cannot hold back the grit
Sandpaper eyes
A sniff and you go inside
Two Benadryl
Wreathed in pollen
Aspens stretch out
Waking in a haze of itch
A roar rips through the still
Gesundheit!
Pretention
Have you tried that new Thai Restaurant?
She asked with a sneer
When did that become our barometer?
As if Pesto wasn’t enough
Messenger bags full of sushi
And advice on jet lag
Quentin’s latest film
After a meal that looked like a Jackson Pollock,
But tasted mediocre at best
A Chai with soy milk
It’s the Chinese character for peace
Is it?
I didn’t know you spoke Chinese
Or ever went to China
I am not deep enough
To plumb those depths
Sorry to have disturbed your debate
I didn’t know that coat was vintage
I only buy wine for the labels, not for taste
I went to the same school you did
Tarantino sucks
By the way, check out Joel's new book Knowing Time By Light- his stuff is awesome.
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