An Evening in the Hamptons

My dahhhling, these are sweet potato greens,
it’s like a super-sexy spinach leaf,
of course it’s all the rage with local teens,
and that’s Hawaiian sea salt for the beef.

This dinner party’s glaring brighter than
the vulgar thing I went to yesterday,
which had been hosted by a cultured man:
I’m so glad you could make tonight’s soirée.

The Toms and Daisies bounce about the yard,
and glitter as if gilded butterflies,
but laughing doesn’t stop the avant-garde,
the philistines, and others we despise.

Oh how the platitudes appear at dusk,
about the hedges, bleeding pungent musk.

About the author

A jovial Melmoth by nature, Steven Borzynski has wandered wild lands both near and far. It is rumored that Iceland particularly suits him. Until…

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Issue 17 · March 2013

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