it will happen
really
just a matter
of when

said
life is a movie
yours
a commercial
about
cookies and
people who
care

now
we walk
around
with cell phones
and
smart phones
and what
appears as
unlimited access

can call stockholm
call
italy
and ask
to speak to the
pope

hey pope
what’s ya doin’

before there were
books about
surgery and
medicine
there were
doctors
who
made
all
this
shit
up

the moon is old
shakespeare
or
fred
flintstone
could see
the moon
and wonder
the
secrets
she
refuses
to
tell
anyone

the moon is new

don’t want to
date
don’t
want to
marry
just
want to
be
someone
you want to
kiss
someone
you want to
trust
someone
you want to
know
will
love
you
like candy

i am a feather
i am
a
cloud
i am
fire

i am a cigarette
i am
cancer
i
am
sorrow

i am an erection
i am
a condom
i am
a
vagina

i am a therapist
i am a
criminal
i
am
president

i am nothing
i am
stupidity
i am
forever violent

and i want to change

my mom
is
eating
ice cream
and watching
reruns
of
seventh heaven

and jessica
biel is in
california being
jessica
biel

and that guy
who
played her
brother
the foil to
sherlock holmes
named watson
as
my
mom
readjusts
her
comfy chair

i remember
chemo remember
the nurses who
worked
oncology

i wonder if they
watched
seventh
heaven

and the place
was
crowded
people waitng
for the
chance to
sit in
the
comfy chair

this was no
seventh
heaven there
was no
actor playing
a
deacon no
actress playing
a
deacon’s wife

we are alone and
i
am
always
reminded

had a dream
pulled
early on
do not let
that
happen to you

maybe it was
and
do not
want
to do that
ever again

visited
a painting once
when i left
took some
color

stayed forever
in
my eyes

it was an
experiment
seeing
how many days
i could go
before
cleaning the sink
scrubbing the toilet
eating off the floor
with the cat
waiting
for the table
to get
cleared

growing up in
the jungle
part
guns and roses
mostly
mr lewis

wishing
my mother
wrote taught
history
according to women

she did
just never got
published

until now

found it in
a cook book
titled
roasts and stews

missing you mom