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.