Henry, Robinson and Prufrock

…were all having a drink
together during “happy hour”
in the corner bar at the end of the day.

Henry, the pussycat
in black face
was putting them away
three to the other guys’ one.
Soon fell silent.
Glared vacantly glaze affixed
away from the conversation
only to occasionally nod
mumble
“Yasssssum Boss”
adjust his glasses
motioning to the bartender
for “another.”

Robinson carried the
bulk of the conversation
speaking emphatically
about reading the “classics”
again to perhaps escape
the shadows of a neglected
intellectual and spiritually
suffocating domestic life
and just walking away
some day from the
pale gutless specter
he was fast fading
away to.

Prufrock
not really listening
but was contently
being rather preoccupied
self-consciously
with the shallow impression
he imagined he was sending
of a pale introverted angst
haunted weakling consumed
by doubt and fear of mortality.
Meanwhile
She sat down the other end of the bar
with an Oprah “Book of the Month” selection
she had just purchased at the nearby “Boarders”
and having just inquired with the bartender
just who those three strange men were in
the corner near the window
and when he replied,

“Don’t you know who those guys are?
They just happen to be very famous writers.”

She sighed.
Sipped her Margarita
and stared intently
regarding the three men
and imagining the
brilliant conversation
they just must having.
The insights
The talent.
The fire and passion
truly creative souls
bring into the world.

She sighed.

“My………how interesting writers are !”

Singing Mr. Cedric

Sing a song of Cedric
His pockets packed with deny
four & twenty hours
he tries to work the daily lie
and when his head was opened
all the thoughts began to drain
Now wasn’t a lovely torrent
to try and keep Cedric sane.

Cedric in his Prayer Tower
Fricasseeing his palmary capillaries
His wife downstairs
in the abandoned son’s room
playing classic Ms. Pac Man Solitaires.

Behavioral programming Disney
lone daughter child left ingesting cable
waiting for chemical warfare puberty
to emblazon and enable.

Sing a song of Cedric
his pockets packed with deny.
four & twenty hours
he tries to work the daily lie
and when his head was opened
all the thoughts began to drain
Now wasn’t a lovely torrent
to try and keep Cedric sane.