i’m just not up to visual sophistication today.
a large headache fountain in front of me
small fuzzy light going off on 16th floor
could be morse code and the eternity of haze.
i love the sound of running water it
makes life’s problems go away. problems
with trips to the gym each early afternoon
like flushing a toilet.
how could i forget the argument about
my suggestion our time was ‘trite’
and my way of handling things like death?
i will just uncope with this yes
and look through the window. whose window?
in the hospital recovering. or not handling it.
in a doorway not justified. needed to.
‘up and adam’ in the old grow-up house
write some notes down get a sense this is
more than enough our union of three separate
eras. styles withdrawn contemplative. a fine
utopia with mickey mouse and donald duck.
