Muzak Wasn’t Playing In The Elevator

19 Feb

elevator-1992-doors

muzak wasn’t playing in the elevator
the elevator was moving up and down the shaft
like music–the shaft accepting such affections libidinously
the passengers were oblivious and so thusly un-annoyed

a glass of milk becomes a reluctant voyeur at bedside
the peanut butter stifling a strong moan as it lubricantlessly
enters the jelly, the two sandwich spreads rolling ass-naked
on top a king-sized heaven shaped predictably

like warm wheat toast–the bread shutters softly,
and the eating begins–would you like some soda Nosferatu?
for she is much too beautiful for me to be scared of you tonight

love has given me ears tuned like 1st row orchestra tickets
every stumble is like a ballet, I mean every serenade
is elevated from its birthplace as a sneeze

 

 

 

(from my book I Was Going To Use That, Farfalla Press)

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