So Say the Recipe

Ignore the evidence
Salad is quick
Come forsake my angel night
Come extinguish the light.

Come and play my game
Me-add-um-more
Me-add-um-more

Run down that badger, Kip
Come smell my rock-bottom
Thong
Quick!

Escape the medic!
Escape the medicine?

Revolve around time
Corrupting my parapet.

Collapse.

Say what?

Cross and helix
Escape my parapet.

Clumsy. Obnoxious.
Left hand porno movie.

I met a grocery clerk
on my midnight errands.
It was a month ago,
somewhere in August
heat.
I was purchasing
supplies for the coming week.
I believe it was
coffee, juice
and assorted snacks.
She stood at the register
going through the midnight
motions of nothing to do.
She wore a white shirt
and an apron of blue.
She went through her
chores of nothing to do,
while I picked out
groceries of liquid, food,
and tobacco.
No sign in her eyes,
as I walked the long
aisle, so I went
upon the motions
of fidgeting
and looking at the
time.
It was midnight
in the grocery
store
I was buying
rations for the
week to come.
Gravely, I looked
at the time,
feigning an appointment
that would never arrive.
She wore make up
and earrings, and
hair auburn-fall,
August was upon us,
but the hair proclaimed
September.
The time was midnight,
as far as I remember.
It was my turn now
to purchase my things,
I left them n the
register,
to be processed
into bill and bag.
She smiled at me,
and I lost my nerve,
I couldn't speak a sentence, syllable
or word.
My name was printed
on the bank's check,
and she recognized
the last.
And after my