We met in the back of the library
What a coincidence.
A Cahwinkidink.
A Cowinki. A Krasinski.
But you still can’t sit with us.
Because we have no space!
And you are Andre the giant.
So sit there on your books
That lean upside down.
The words spill out on the ground–
Like they weren’t held still by your eyes.
But then you heard our sighs
When we admitted that reading,
Was the only thing that would heal them,
And they still wouldn’t listen.
So we said we would try to take over the world,
But their stomachs boiled over.
Took us down, like acid from
Lake placid.
And we couldn’t swim
We all drown,
in said acid.
And they said,
we asked
for it.
But I digress.
We met you in the alleyway
Behind my hotel
Adam and I playing games
When it got hostile.
Told you about Sienna and
The racoon, while one stood defiant
In the copier, telling me I would
Be late making copies,
For a very important client.
And you laughed,
“Just use the desk.”
The desk doesn’t make copies.
So Matt removed the menace.
You were too old for my imagination
So I went back to concentration.
But I digress.
So many days go by and not
One of them remembered or lost.
Spent all my money on delimination
And all my time on stimulation
You met me at the TV station
Hurried me away from the games and,
Jen told me I shouldn’t fight–
You’re a Rothschild after all
That’s all good for you
But I have a newscast
To get on to–
or else the world won’t know that it’s
48 degrees in the Middle East.
Or that JFK has died on the street.
I know about current things.
But we danced to a song
That was probably in your head,
Until the day my dad was found dead
And to think that Lachs held the secret
To my fathers only dreams.
Some dreams.
But I digress.
And that’s when you said
Let’s get skunked,
See if you can still handle
All of this.
And I said well,
Yeah. That’s the best smell I’ve ever smelled
Pure gasoline
Works 60 percent of the time
With the girls that love you
The ones that are immune
To rat poison by proxy.
And love kerosene.
Just Sharpes, Heard and Foxy.
But I digress.
We met in the front of your home library
The one that you said could be our permanent space.
We brought you some adult novels–
Amber and I found just the right place.
15 years later and you two ate spaghetti
While I poured you beer and wine.
You accidentally dropped the black on the ground
It was just too heavy.
The name was Rockefeller
Well isn’t that clever?
What a way to pick up the ladies–
Just be a Rockefeller.
From then on, I only liked you for your money.
And then we laughed about it for a time.
You two have no business being so hot.
I think about that a lot.
A Rothschild and Rockefeller coming for you,
Isn’t the worst problem a bartender could ever have.
But I digress.
I remembered you from when I was born.
And here we are still as scorn.
Maybe alcohol would be the way to feel us.
And sex is the only way to heal us.
40 years later and they still try to steal us.
We will take over the world
With my consciousness boiled over.
We collected them,
like little rich girls collect pearls.
And they couldn’t swim
They all drown,
in my flask–
they all asked
for it.
But I digress.
