Friday, February 27, 2009

dccclxxxix

I thought you were going to call me
You’ve Got Several Schticks but you
broke a bottle of Pepto-Bismol
instead.  What’s it all about?

I’m sitting, facing the fireplace
these days, listening to my
arrhythmia, clutching my
graying hairs.  Come over here.

It emits little warmth.  Though
it’s a beautiful day, sunny,
brash and relatively pink.