Monday, November 24, 2014


Retroactive Overweight Sonnet

One week from yesterday
I get a paycheck.  I’m
pretty broke; in need of
paying bills down and feel-

ing I can breathe easier.
But that’s pretty normal.
“Do I look as blank as I
feel?” I wonder.  Please

accept this as my letter
of resignation.  Hey, I just
thought of something that
might help you understand

one part of my mind.
If I think I’m dying, I
will still wake up next to
you tomorrow morning.  “Oh,

the future, Dear Future!”  I say
to the big orange bowl in the sky.