Written Whilst Eating at a College Cafe

[billy]

Tall and blond, my Aryan prince, [this line has some masochism in ]
two legs like beanstalks reaching
the throne of his buttocks. [great two lines]
Leaning over my chilli supper,
American "fries" and garlic bread,
self-pity, as warm and familiar [for me this should be a new sentence]
as an Agatha Christie novel,
settles on my stomach like indigestion,
that classic pain which all depressives know.
Nobody wants to fuck a fatty, [i love this line (funny as hell)as sad as it is]
especially not cute Russian boys.
Anne Sexton, I love ya, but baby
you were wrong. When you wrote that
"No one's alone," you lied. Though
maybe without intention.

lots to like about this jack. it's original, fresh, and human. with that i mean it humanises how a lot of us feel or think. it isn't all nicey political correcty if you know what i mean. it wanders and it's mundane (fries and garlic bread mundane) which gives me the realism that enhances the originality you show.

thanks for a good read