Tio Jaime: Aleph One

Hello, xanga my old friend.
Crap-on-Your-Bed Girl's nice rear end
Is a vision oh so Haunting.
I'll make her boyfriend load my truck with things
That I purchased at his store. What a moron, gonna manage his Home Depot, they say--
One of these days
Amidst the sounds of Hayward.

On Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturday Nights,
The Hayward waitress, pale and white,
Alone on shift because her club is dead.
And like a puppy crapping on your bed
Her epiphany: our drinks they never came.
Such a shame.
Like the sound of Hayward.

Mad at her you'll try to stay,
She whisks your anger far away
To a place her errors do not show.
Boyfriend works at fucking Home Depot,
Where he drives his forklift to my truck.
"WTF!?!"
Ask the sounds of Hayward.