quite a BBQ

quite a BBQ

you said we were twins but what we made
was triplets, you, me and death watching,
death with a big smile on for me,
a real hard on 

there is really nothing left for me to do
that is sanitary

its St. Louis ribs without a napkin
its why did i go this far to turn
round dizzy with the crickets
so sure, so damned steady

you bugs! if i cld ever even find you!
my fucking fork fell on the ground
as the waiter walked away
to never return

i guess it was allegory