I‘m waiting on
Short Jew to
make a move
I can see his
carotid pulse
but no one
seems home
“Wake the
fuck up-here”
I delicately
shout low
“I’m thinking.”
comes a reply
I visually pat
down his face
& don’t like
what I see
locks dangle
like roots on
the looksy for
some water-
a typical yid
He notices me
noticing him
“What!?”
I look again
“Something
fucking went
wrong with you.”
I reply slowly
reaching out
to take a slow
burn of vodka
“Not supposed
to drink in here-
its chess only.”
he said loudly-
I raised a finger-
I felt like I was in
a wet basement
just chilling there
for no purpose
Marlovian 