i don’t want to crawl into your head
and crowded in there …. and an awful lot
yea or nay.
there is no despair that cannot be requited by
a good stew:
chunks of beef
the irish potato …. sometimes you don’t have
and make do with turkey;
it’s not a box of chocolates
it’s not a bag drifting with the wind,
when all hell breaks loose
hell will find us
in the most God-forsaken places on Earth. conundrums tell
us one thing: speaking is difficult.
you wouldn’t have-to, you know:
sit in a chair
smoke a pipe and count the minutes to your next chain-yanking.
i like that sometimes i can imagine you are compassionate
efforts are daunting this side of north:
to crawl into your head
to worship your bed
means i would have to lose mine ….