Where did my legs go this time?
perhaps, into the waters off Oahu,
Tiger sharks at my feet.
Tonight my loving wife and
my sweet mother won’t sleep
the machines will go beep beep beep.
Yes, count your friends
count them on one hand.
whenever you are ready.
This has been such a long siege.
swallowing pride, choking on pain,
do I really have to do this again?
Eric Clapton’s, “How Long Blues”
plays again, I have washed myself up
to wreck, presently to be broken.
Whatever breaks was meant to be
broken. Who said that? Maybe me, I’m
too close to the floor now to write poetry.
This is gonna hurt!
Note: Yes, #7 was supposed to be funny.