baby,
that may work on some guys,
but I’m not buying into your
blue snow cone way of thinking,
so take it back to the cricket temple
on some dilapidated ranch out west,
and yes,I’d like a receipt please.
The bank teller was unsure how to respond to
the sustained syntactic stream that I had
spouted forth and forward at her in particular.
Then,
as her jaws slightly slowly began to part ,
and her mouth formed an overly round shape,
as if trying to delicately catch the needed words
that were trapped in fragile bubbles floating by,
I touched my left index finger to the middle of her
drying lips and shushed her,
effectively
halting any further attempts
by her at forging a reply.
It was then,
and only then,
that I turned and headed towards the door.
