dark shades
I never wear dark shades
but this red head went to get
a prescription filled on Hollywood Blvd.
and she kept haggling and working at
me, snapping and snarling.
I left her at the prescription counter
and walked around and got a large tube of
Crest and a giant bottle of Joy.
then I walked up to
the dark shade display rack and bought
the most vicious pair of shades
I could find.
we paid for our things
walked down to a Mexican place
and she ordered a taco she couldn’t eat
and sat there
haggling and snapping and snarling at me
and after eating I ordered 3 beers
drank them down
then put on my shades.
“o my God,” she said, “o my God shit!”
and I ripped her up both sides
most excellent riposte
snarling stinking marmalade shots
shit blows
farts from hell,
then I got up
paid
she following me out
both of us in shades
and the sidewalks split.
we found her car
got in and drove off
me sitting there
pushing the shades back against my nose
ripping out her backbone
and waving it out the window
like a broken Confederate flagpole...
dark and vicious shades help.
“o my God shit!” she said,
and the sun was up
and I didn’t know it.
they were a bargain for $4.25
even though I had left the Crest
and the Joy behind
at the taco place.
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