Over cheap wine, where you might as well have offered me white vinegar

The smell assailing me but drowning out your bull crap

Steepled fingers as you waxed eloquent. Intellectual, some?

And your yarns about poetry and form and structure

The candle flickering, what a waste of a good candle

I could have put it to better, use, mmm

Nice and thick

But you drone on, buzzing, humming, while I stared at an ugly potted plant,

Wondering if the leaves were edible

Till I just got up and left.

Hey, fuck your haikus, man and the sake drinking horse they rode on