July Poem 30

Who wants to move the soda

Gun dripping from the rigging

Onto the stainless steel counter?

 

With a stopgap bar towel to control

The puddle, he leaned back crusted

With salt searching for that

Wife out of town affect.

 

The chorus parted to let him speak,

A microphone for her birthday, Berg guns

Calibrated to give out the smallest degree.

But I’m not tired and buttery nipple doesn’t keep.

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