on working out the notice issue with my short-lived boss
the charismatic ice-chip
eyes
so direct from their seat
in the taut tanned skin of playboy
face
so active below their styled
firmament of coif
usually
dropped
in synch with the
mannered rise of his sealing
hand
as though there were no more
sunshine plan to blow
no grand design
remaining
i felt i was supposed to
feel
i had disappointed
as his lashes tapped
his cheeks
but i didn't
just looked him in the
tie
joined my caffeine clammy
palm to his for the briefest shake
smiled and let go
he was smooth enough
staying the urge to wipe
on his tailored pants
but he was still waving it
dry
as he strode to the next
deal