GAME DAY

On game day everything is quiet and I can take you,

Brother of Mine, out for food, 

we wait with the old people and the surviving punks 

for corner tables and you are already grossed out 

by what I will order long before

I’ve chosen

I lust for potato pancakes,  you just want a bagel

and bacon, the streets are quiet for us, the rain is like

Seattle on TV, not real deal constant wet but strong large

water that fills that streets and weighs down

the windshield wipers

We've got ideas and dreams and know what will make us feel good, 

in Goodwill I don’t have to plan anything, we let each other go,  

I’m looking for a good winter coat  but will settle 

for any number of jackets, small, old clothes 

from Asian countries fit me best

And you want a Mariners hat now that the Seahawks

have won