cart blanche

sweet and suppressed
you have on that nice looking dress
say, your leaving
leaving, your saying
so come on in

the substance of a woman
or
jumping, jim
his ample body slumped over
slurred through and through

the distance from silence
is more than one should have to bear
from ground, to gravel
to pummeled stone
luck
is a strange thing
to count on
anyday

last night a park bench
and a drunk
a gardener
a gambler
a voyeur
a miserable excuse for a human being
but something still humane
in his gesture,
his valid carte blanche
yellow photo copied card

'with cart blanche you get all the best service
free champagne'
so why are you slurring your words
at one a.m. on a park bench with me
'......'

read romance novels,
and write in your tent,
hold onto your knife
for dear life is passing you by

by and by
i'm not the substance that a woman is
i'm not afraid of the distance between silences
awkward glances
and you