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

he promised
he
would crack
a smile

you have 24
hours
and
must pay
the credit card
bill

met the devil
and
the goddess too

at the same time
relaxing
on the couch
next
to a book
about cartoon art
and anatomy

everybody’s darling
killed by love
in animation

happy go lucky
whistling
who
would have thought

alone here
with a pen
sunlight and static

burn some toast
engrave the sky
read some poems
a novel
about sunglasses

and the beach
seagulls
on vacation
canoeing

am a firm
believer
that
you are evil
because
you cannot fly
just float

here we go
again

like you will set me free.take me someplace
i have never been.hear what only
a dog can hear;blow your
whistle.

wonder how you do it sometimes.
manage in the face of
this fallow artscape.

the pace is empty and if nothing
else i wonder why?

to be filled with
crayons and people
as sticks.

a mannequin .fucking expurgate this.