Leslie Kleinberg
lkleinberg@hotmail.com

12 AM August 19

quarter til cucoobird
anger rising from a spigot
I don't know whose fault it was
I know you are a vengeful fortress
goddess of the golden tresses this
pit grown gargantuan
the flowers didn't.
I never asked for your hand
in manipulation.
I've never had a divorce
to carry in my backpack like a pitchfork.

[some deleted from middle-- this already feels too public.]
 

12 PM August 19

Bleached blonde with mcdonald's (man)
hard hat, sequential ponytail
well dressed falafel
skinny guy blue shirt plain haircut
line of parking guys or security offs
eager woman going to ask a question
guy behind counter looking to the great beyond
Corned beef to go glasses
Woman wallet behind waist, specific request.
Man with the walkie, pepsi, tabasco
Frito o lay. Discussion of change.
Whippersnapper of an ad man, whiffle cut.
Polo shirt studying salad bar
Chiseled jaw his friend, elbow akimbo
Brigade of whitecollars (actually tan + blue)
Cafe owner says swiss jack salami
Ring it up we're juice guys.
Worried pince nez, ex-hippie hair
and floral dress relaxed slope of
pleasant no chin. How sneaky!
Health inspector spots peculiar sore.
Charm of the squawking talkie
Dan @ Bayside Village
not dot com. cashier
Flexing the brown bag
Woman in black snatching cookie
News reporter TV Meat Ball Sub
Stacks of rolls and slicked back hair.