Free China Blues by David Donnell Page B

pasta,
    smoke some dope,
    & watch
Saturday Night Live.
    It’s an institution because Lorne Michaels
    is from Ontario.
                      John comes over with a large
    bottle of red & fills our glasses, “What are you two
    clowns laughing about this time?”
    I shrug & he leaves for more wine. All I can
    think of to say is, “Nobody here has any real ideas,
    but John does look good in those white slacks,
    just like a straight guy pretending
    to be Perry Ellis.”

CALL IT A DAY
                My friend Moira
    is tall & thin & with small breasts & a beautiful
    excitable face.
                    We get up around 7:00
    & go to Andrew’s house on Indian Road for breakfast.
    This is Saturday morning before the ball game.
    & Phillip says,
                    “O you must try these waffles, Queen
    Victoria would have gained 100 lbs on these
    but they’re wonderful.”
                                So we have waffles
    with chocolate ice cream & champagne. It’s a
    celebration
                of something, & it’s a great combination.
                At the ball game Moira is all over me,
    she likes French kissing in the periods
    where there are no runners on base,
                                                    Tony F isn’t stealing
    2nd with one hand in his pocket,
                                                & the batting is a bit
    slow. Moira is a computer engineer & knows her stations
    & her stops. She would be a big Jays fan but she’s
    from Seattle
                  plus she can’t help cheering for Boston
    because that Roger Clemens is so ooo good-looking.
    Baseball is a way of relaxing. It’s great being down here
    with 46,572 fans & lots of sunshine.
                Slow 5th inning.
                                        Boston 3, Toronto 0.
    I love Boston so much I even like the word. Bah sten.
    Toronto breaks the rule for well-formed names,
                                                            names
    should begin with a clear consonant,
    then a good vowel,
                            then another clear consonant. Listowel
    is good. Penetanguishene is great. Los
                                                      Angeles
    breaks the rule a bit but it survives. New York is
    good.
        Bath, where Chaucer rolled in the hay with merry
    women of the church, is a great word. Florida breaks
    the rule but it has that terrific D in the middle.
                                                                   Bell
    hits a nice pop-up fly about 415 feet. They don’t have
    waffles with chocolate ice cream at the Sky Dome
    but they do have a great restaurant called The Founder’s
    Club, it’s about $150.00 for 2,
    & they have truffled steaks
                                      &
foie gras
with brilliant
    green asparagus that makes your pee bright yellow.
                We leave in the middle of the 7th. Hot sun,
    not much action,
                            & walk up to Queen Street. The
    Horseshoe Tavern has great BBQ wings. Moira drapes
    gracefully at the bar. Too much sun. Here in the cool dark
    of the old Triangle where so many greats
    have belted out the hits of our childhood,
                                                            my wild
    Seattle girl seems
    almost shy,
                or tired, or tacit. I lean over & say,
    Dessert?
           “Yeah,” she says, swings one tight jean leg
    over the bar stool. We drink 1 beer each,
    sipping it