Billed No. 2, the potatoes
to Keanu’s steak and you wait

“For a successful marriage,” the grandmother said,” Always argue in the nude.”

once never future husbands grilled
burgers and explained internal combustion,
while stroking red and black Craftsman drills
and popping Viagra and statins.

I am not a poet. I am a lawyer.
Why? Because I’d rather
make money, which I do. Well,

A magpie on a slippery branch
In the cloying wind!
A gloomy October day…

And yellow leaves
Pale and wet against
Somewhat plagiarized black boughs