Tuesday, July 30, 2013

 

The Icemaker Cometh



Bumps In Dead Hours

The icemaker in my small studio
sounds like someone fumbling
hard articles. In posher domiciles,

into wee hours: “Somebody’s
in the house!” TV cliche,
then, is wifey prodding

the resident asshole to rise,
explore, return with a report.

Or not. I’ll take the macho
girl anytime. Won’t

bother waking one,
but maraud forth with

baseball bat, actually
desirous of mayhem.

These ladies also tied
the knot emphatically.
And not a granny.

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Comments:
Nice! Stewardess in the kitchen with a baseball bat.
 
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