I am a little alarmed by the two shots of hazelnut syrup
he has a jaunty spring today
'how's elliott' I ask, lifting chocolate powder
from the froth of my cappuccino
with the back of my spoon
alls well with elliott I hear
and with shiela
he points and states that the world is as sunny
as the day is overcast
pleased with the double negative
he sucks sugared coffee from the biscotti
testing his denture against the hardness
no
elliott is great he adds
he has no issue with elliott
peachy
no
yes
no
what do I think of americans
and more specifically strumbert and weiss
nine peacocks fly past burtons
the grammarians
fifteen peacocks float on silk cushions
you know who I mean
one lone butterfly scimitars an ant by the drain
the language police which dislike star trek and passivity
I refuse to name them
don't give them house room
coldly grate them
'have you tried just writing'
but the english degree of a certain age has him by the throat
muffled in is black woolen coat
with his red brick scarf
I watch his eyes whirl with syrup
and maybe a touch of shiela
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