coughing up for drinks at the booderbah

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if you were to clam up at that stage
i could remind you
of the rust and almond coloured ghagra that you wore
on the night of the good deed you did for me
and her
that i swore never to speak about
to anyone but you and my peek-a-boo partner
who’s waving to us as we speak
in thrall to all the pomp and ceremony
associated with
associated mind
with state occasions
and military shows of might
and right there in the heart of the city
laid bare
barren even
stands the statue of you or some
flighty aphrodite on a mission from god
wielding three-chord blusicology as a
way to weasel out of having to cough up for drinks at the booderbah
accustomed to being ribbed over buddhistic leanings
starvingly available for swimsuit layouts
on beaches where nudies can’t take anymore
of the lies and the greed and the
knee jerk deceit of everyone other
than my chachajan and her auntie G

minos - may 2008

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