No pretentious shit tonight-
Just two-hundred envelopes stamped and mailed
To various celebrities, nobility, the filthy rich, and the
Theatre bigshots
In and around the London area.
A salad and tea- earl grey with milk, no sugar
Eaten outside when the weather is
Just slightly too cold.
An American man is at the table to my left
Teaching an Italian girl
To bastardize English.
I’ve had enough
Choices and commuting
And answering telephones.
I want to be tied up tonight
With silk scarves.
Climb into bed, take a pill,
Wishing I had a place
To float in
(A bathtub
Or a chemical high
Or both)
Check the email.
No important messages,
No unimportant messages.
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