brainhellhole overspill

my wife, i took her to dinner.

"you don’t love me anymore," she complained, "i never tasted food for decades now."

so we trotted along to the avenue, i was wearing my coat, and hat and gloves, she looked pretty on her mother’s dress and all.

there was lamb, and vintage french and expensive clinks of silver and china and glass.

and the violin played solely for us.

that was yesternight.

fool me, she left me for the string man’s moon river.

poor me.

~ by geniusness on May 14, 2008.