deranged
i stand in line.
a fat woman
with 20
lean cuisine meals
is before me.
behind me
an old man with
green bananas
if i were that
old
i'd buy
yellow bananas.
neither of the 2
has blinked.
they move slowly
forward
in morbid unison
dragging me
with them
closer
closer
closer
we stop.
"PRICE CHECK!!!"
i'm insane.
i love you
her small tits
were wrapped
in too tight skin
as she rode me
i grabbed them
and felt her ribs
against my palms.
so for the next
few nights
i focused on
her ass
her passably
strong thighs
to the extent
that once
she asked why.
"i love you"
is all i said and
bent her over
her fiance's bed
just 1 last time
the coward i am
outside
at sun up
a garbage truck
roars.
from a block away
i hear the men
laugh
grunt
yell.
i think how
brave
of them to
laugh
grunt
yell.
as i lay down my pen
and think
how very silly this
poetry is.
but
it does serve to keep me
from having to be
as brave
as the garbage men
who at dawn
laugh
grunt
yell.
Kaplowitz detests short bios of himself as well as others. they cast him into a drooling trance similar to the experience of viewing others' family photos. that being said, he was born and raised in brooklyn's coney island. and spent time traveling through the rural midwest. now residing in the 'burbs outside d.c. he is attempting to raise his 2 year old daughter. he is bigger than a bread box and hates wearing socks.
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