Don't Let Me Eat Dinner

Smoking & juvenile obesity are not uncommon in unhappy people
Especially in ALICE DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE
(her kids do but that's a different story)
the sky low-slung & beer-colored with curling tufts of dry ice smoke
Amid Alaskan, if not "Alaskan," snow & billboard shots
Of Kate Moss in those jean ads when she was, like, age two
I'm not eating again until I am  that thin
I subsist on squab filets, "turn toward purple colas" (diet) & upset them
As in a poem that springs a chubby when the lights go on
Ask me what these days & nights are like, Tits!
Like a blast of cold fir green air around human irises.
My nerves, my nerves! Mama take this pepper spray from me --
I can't defame the minions to-night
On this isle we have the statue of liberation
I am not a mature audience, possess the sexual mores
Of estrous chinchillas in the remote & humorless
Hinterlands of Jersey City but neuters are never happy either
Oh my life is a string of meaningless affairs I can never go back
Whatever becomes of me, I shall never use this lavatory again, 
I am so drunk.