poem of the day 03.22.13

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