The wreckers I have
humbled by the furry dogs
near the Hilton
all the thank you robots
in the lobby lines
somersault by the hats.
Time plays with its umbrella
and feeds us to the bartender,
doing tricks ~ (Twirling bottles
In the air)
as if he were a gigolo
trying to impress —
evolutionary lack of caution
makes me roll the dice
ever more frenetically
across the sweet green fur
of the table,
and then spin the roulette wheel
ever more frantically ~
betting red and black, and
red, and black, and even zero
from time to time….
like its nothing.
Points McGillicutty was a whiskey drinkin’ fool is what most of ’em would say.
Not that Points cared none or listened to any of that tomfoolery bushwhackin’ nonsense.
No wonder he drank the whiskey is what I always tells ’em, what would you do,
comin’ in from the golf course and struck dead by lightnin’ bolts then brought
back to life again by different lightnin’ bolts –– hell –– no wonder ol’ Points is a
whiskey drinkin’ fool is what I tells ’em, and they shakes they head and shuffles off,
probly to they own whiskey hidden in the closets in they basements cuz I bet you
a c-note most of ’em is hippocritz that way ~ shows to go ya ~ lightnin’ juice ~
hell yeah ~ everybody need a taste sometimes ~ ain’t no excuse but it’s truth.
world. or worlds. or world. or worlds.
bafflement couch. sunshine calling. me.
everything. everything calling me. at once.
when I want to do ten things at the same time,
I stand in the middle of the room, and don’t
know. just don’t know. I am made of water.
I am made of air. with a little bit of fire.
a fire that sets me on fire in the wind.
the ground. is. somewhere. I don’t know.
. . . the thing of it is . . . the thing-a-ma-jig was missing,
and the Chevy went all tremolo like a brand new hobo
bumming-a-dime from Marilyn Monroe. You know,
we were up there in Kokomo . . . stranded at Denny’s,
ordering infinite coffee, losing all track of time,
and getting second rounds of “Moons Over My Hammy”
when Junior remembered the chewing gum trick,
because he saw it in that movie, you know, and hallelujah!
I hate to ponder it, but if that hadn’t worked we’d a probably
gone crazy . . . or worse!