Gordon
Gibson Holub
Gordon is a happy man,
he eats Skippy peanut butter,
and thinks of women.
Christmas will come,
and Gordon will call his dog
and maybe kiss his daughter.
In his wine are the finest
grapes,
but in his mind are coals.
He might find another
woman surfing or drinking.
He might call a whore and
skip work for awhile.
The carpet shines like
his dimples.
And the whore smokes
a cigarette,
her pink lips leaving smudges
on the butt.
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