30 of 30, 2015

Bowtie

The rabbit goes down the hole, makes a twist, comes up
at the Yacht Club or the Opening Gala. The bartender pours
vodka down a Prudential Building made of ice at a benefit
for the poor children born without insouciance. In two hours
they'll raise enough for a sweatshop to embroider animals
on a thousand pairs of pants. You don't have to be

a rocket scientist, a country doctor, a patched lit prof, but
if you are someone is always waiting to tell you
in so many words, Oh, a life of knowing. How cute. Better
giftwrap the package, raise the pennant at reveille, tie
their tongues. Let the doubt come only from within. Must've
made a wrong turn at Albuquerque.