Collar

Sometimes I forget that the belt
Around my neck
Is reversible
A trick in black or tan
I must be
Too busy lunging ahead
For things
Not quite there
A dog with cataracts
Snapping at rain
Distracted

A slow turn to the left should release me
Just tilt your head for good measure

tremor

The shake
The slight shake
   Of my hand
   Can be hidden
       Disguised
   Folded up in an envelope
If need be
Or held at bay
   By a wall of bricks
   As fake as my smile
But these days
   I more often forget
   To notice
   Even use my pockets
The simplest of things falling
   Behind
   The taste of plaster
       In my mouth
Perhaps soon
I shall sit center
Facing all eyes
   As I inflate
   Paper boxes
   To juggle
       Behind my back

The twitch in my left eye
Is another matter

Cap'n - Part One

The Ray Bans you brought all the way from California spread the sun out in front of you like a knife. The Chicago snow appears to melt around your feet as the Wrigley Building itself bends over to suck you off. Let loose that bomber jacket “Top-Gun”. This is going to be one to remember. Let fate top it off with a heart attack or scurvy at the very least. I’m bored and a daydreamer. But of course, you already know that, Cap’n.

02/08/10

If only I were just three sheets
I might laugh at this wind
Might lay down next to this bus
And piss in the air
Nothing of concern or consequence
At least not on a Monday