girls in their late
may legs
the girls in their late may legs
won’t get out of my way this morning
can’t they see that i’ve been fighting with my wife?
their legs are too tan too soon
these girls in their late may legs
they are ruining the illusions of the changing
of the seasons
their legs are probably tan year round
the little tramps
with their megastar sunglasses
typing away on their smart phones
as they saunter down another sun drenched street
the girls in their late may legs
i’ll bet they have no problems
no dying cat at home waiting for the injection
their assholes don’t itch on humid mornings
they don’t have student loans
or shiny, sore pimples budding on their noses
these golden goddesses of the american office space
their stomachs aren’t queasy from cheap drink
and they don’t have a gray hair on their head
the girls in their late my legs
are glasses of chardonnay on a yacht
and sea breezes at the beach
they are all auburn and jet black or golden
i don’t think they’re human
promenading past me with their faces wrinkled
like i’m a walking fart
they are all aliens sent here to belittle the masses
i’ll bet they’ve never packed a shitty brown bag lunch
they are all fruit salads and energy drinks
these ordained stick figures blocking my view
i’d like to round them up
get them out of my sight
because they are killing the melancholy
of another work morning
infecting the street with their clueless bliss
these girls in their late may legs
give me something to aspire to
as i stop for the free news weekly
blindly check the sex ads
as i watch them clip-clop in their high heels
down the subway steps
and into urban infinity.
06.01.12
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