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[noetic_zoetic]

Turkey Day

In the other room,
adults weave
their idle,
sexually mature words-
i can imagine coffee breath
filling the air like DDT
and we sit at the
-kiddy table-
both of us stuck between 12 and 22
thinking we were touched by eternity.

Grapefruit
Cranberry

sweet stink stings
the martian canals
dug deep into my
november kiss
chapped lips.
Middle aged polite chuckles
slide beneath the door
along side the sound of
ignorant
tamed
-orifices-
lip servicing the thanks
of a regretful November.

i stare out the window
just
beyond your appropriately
mundane
crew cut
and sigh-
identifying with the tress
that sway
weakened-
raped of their leaves
while waiting for winter
to just
-come-
and get it over with.