in the womb
learned
how to play
guitar
fucking melody

voices singing
what i thought
was harmony
tapped my tiny
feet

there are pictures
in one hand
a harmonica
the other
a stick for
a drum

that day i
became
a band

then
the sun came out
shined
like it knew
something

doubtful
an empty pot
miss yesterday
when
it was full

feels like a
hat searching
for a head

a thought in
need of a pencil

a cigarette
long ago
forgotten

ww3
they took a break

enjoying my loneliness
the reassuring sound
of the quiet

down to one
bar

well
that does not make
any
fucking sense
know how

the cats
sleeping
i am dreaming
with
the cats

birds chipmunks
other cats
foolish dogs
hiding bones
stupid people
acting
smart

fell down
then
got up

required adjustments
vision tests
things with blood
urine fecal
collecting

i am a doctor
somedays
then
other days
an oncologist
a mortician
a dentist

i am a healer

so
what changed
this
out of reach
century
this overwhelming
return
on nothing

buried with
a smart phone
credit card and
the internet
cause maybe

watching the end

spoke in the language
you invented
mostly with willow
sticks
you would wave
then pull out some
sage

wore 3 pairs of
socks
just in case
besides
the floor was always
cold

then we would dance

both
hands on the
wheel
95
north
think
stop awhile
in jersey

tried
to text
guess
it did
not go
thru

keep hitting all
the wrong buttons

in my mind
anyway we
remained friends almost
not for long

thought about forever
how forever seems
like a long fucking
time when you do not
talk

okay
we will only speak
Spanish maybe
Sanskrit

enter
be ready
to
go

interrupted
lock her up
throw the key
away

vision
does not
allow you to
hear

he looks like
he practiced
eternity
out to murder
god

am alone
and silent
the television on
the sound
is turned off

his pathetic suit
the husband got
what
she had wanted
and
so did he