in he walked
about 30 with flying flag regalia of beer ,bands , tats and skulls
with the prettiest pink mohawk ever
'pork and rice'
he ordered,
delivering me a required scowl and snear
the owner past middle age, asian, slightly plump and relaxed hollered from the table
'hey i like your hair'
'thanks man'
he answered
the owner enquired further
about the hairdo.
'how long it take you to do your hair,
about 2 hours?'
the pink mohawk wearer replyed
'about 15 years'
i waited enjoying the chinese opera, and the old woman that was complaining
and the awesome clashing of floral patterns and the wobegon way the staff did what they must
i got a huge bag of food to take out
the sun glared and i wore sunglasses
and remembered what one of my art teachers used to answer
when someone asked how long it took him to do a certain piece of art
'all my life'
perhaps another answer is
'about 15 years'
the food was a little greasy,
but i knew it would be
but it was delicious
and along with delivering it home
it came with a story at the dinner table
about a very pretty pink mohawk
it's 11am now
do you know where your punk rocker is?
in bed i think shades drawn
in twisted sheets
and full belly.
Monday, July 26, 2010
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