I am in the chicken
reading the newspaper, when it dawns on me,
Jim Dine’s second reading in 40 years!
Then I remember that I was not supposed to like the Metreon.
But who knew there’d be all these tourists. Stop, drop, and roll
into a Starbucks just to start over (I didn’t like me then
and I sure don’t like me now).
Whew, we’re a little better
now that the dragon has climbed hisself back up to the top of the cliff.
The air’s a little thinner up there, his little blond mohawk starts to
frizzle. But I think he’s okay.
Sociability does take its toll.
