Good Enough

Drunk now
listening to blues
on college radio
tried to smoke a cigar
but couldn't get it lit
in breeze
and if I smoke
it inside
my wife would kill me.

Who wears the pants 
in your house
you say?
Well, she may very well
wear the pants
in this house
but
I did fuck her 
earlier this evening
while our son
downstairs
watched cartoons
and 
that's good enough 
for me.

- Scott Larson

(added 09.02.08)

Assholes and Pink Ribbons

On a stale
cold
winter morning
Michael at 
the JCC 
I read 
Dostoevsky's Brothers Karamazov.

He implies
something 
or other 
about the more
he loves humanity
the more he's 
annoyed 
with 
the individual
those he 
comes into contact with
and as I drive 28th street
to pick Michael up
from preschool
an asshole
cuts me off
I give him the finger
proving D. right
‘cause at the 
same time 
I'm
all for pink ribbons
peace
and a cure for aids.

- Scott Larson

(added 09.02.08)

Bored in the Burbs

Yesterday
continuing into early
this morning
I read Bukowski's Post Office.

I was on my third beer
when I finished 
and had this vague desire to
get drunk
get laid by some fat whore
wake up in a pool of puke.

Instead
I walk up the stairs 
to my second story 
bedroom in a quiet suburban house
and crawl into bed
with my sleeping wife.

- Scott Larson

(added 09.02.08)