Don't Fear the Reaper

 

Love 50 x 40 acrylic on canvas

KALI IN SUBURBIA

I adore afternoons that feel like a lazy saxophone

solo, it’s hot, we’re all eating shrimp. A fat uncle

smoking a Cuban cigar, everything’s great

till someone says Have you heard the one about…

Live dangerously is my motto.

I love stumbling

giddy and laughing out my

lover’s backdoor, half naked,

headlights illuminating family portraits.

You feel uneasy with me at times, don’t you?

That’s because I destroy evil in all its

guises. I can smell it the way you can smell

pheromones, opportunity, a whiff of high quality weed

coming from your child’s untidy bedroom.

If you really knew me you wouldn’t

want me standing like a pile of toxic

debris in a corner of your cocktail party.

But what you don’t know is that I would

be a perfect maid-of-honor or witness at

your Vegas wedding, posting everything on Instagram.

Still, you don’t know me, not really, or yourself,

or how much your frat boy brat was drinking

before he slipped out with the car keys

that evening that ended so badly.