A Little Too Bukowski
A.R. Buchinger

No one is turning thirty this year.
Don't joke about it, don't mistake
twenty-eight for it.
We've got a new friend named Ashley.
Don't look at her, don't talk to her,
don't even smell her.
I see a Buchinger and she goes to bed
too early and lets every
one finish off her Mexican food.

On the way there we had a conversation;
This one and that one and the new girl
just can't shut up about things
always being this way.