Alfonzo the Caretaker

Sweet blemish
sah-tired linguist
that calls a little rhyme scheme
a tortued movement of the soul.

I purchased
a book from
her and she told me
it would change my view
.... I told her she
was unbelievably misinformed
a little goblin of a woman
I could not take my eyes off
but
would like to take into my heart.

She rolled me a shell and made me
dinner with her big
man hands. I was disturbed but
curious... had she
sexually changed?
she had hair on her chest
and I shivered. what s disgusting
way to start a date... to find
out...
I rolled a joint
and calmed my nerves
and stood
watching blank
into the stars.
They called to me with
utmost
impatient
and I flew away.

little man
wrapped in
the middle of nothing
and everything
he speaks a sermon
but doesn't
speak of knowledge.
he is one of the...
people that I doubt on this planet.

a practical
shit.

he drive sa car and
works on
oil rigs and
rigs
his set to
watch rugby
and dries his
socks on his
wives unibrow.
I am stuck
under his floorboards
and he knows it
he laughs
and I scream asking
for a way out.
so hot and sweaty
claustrophobic
and humid
so worrisome
and so endless..
eternal
and mind bendingly
unreal.
so much little nothing
I can do. A spot
in the yard he waters
a stem that is harsh on
my lungs.
a branch on the tree
that has only one
more year to live.
5 minutes that
I nearly missed, but
was happy to partake in.