Men at War
(impromptu tag topic: Men at War)


Armani-wearing psychic vampires face off --
soul-popping fingertips and neoprene smiles.
Look at their teeth, clenched on cigars
of variegated browns, oozing ego
like saffron smoke, curling about
their testosterone refracted idiocy.
(there's a chick on the corner
and she looks like she's good to go)

She saw that tall guy yesterday
the Don Juanabe with a puffed-out chest
on the south side with a martini glass
looking for handouts from the other sensitive boys.

"Can you spare a bit of humility?
I lost mine at the track. You k-n-o-w
how those mares can be." and she thought

at least he wasn't asking for bus-fare.
'Cause we all know that bums
are full of shit when they ask for cash.

©1999