out of the picture. Or so I thought
or so it seems something hours after.
What happened is I’m glad I’m
not him. So far. I realize I’m high
when I look up at the sun. With whom
I no longer have a chance. We’re all
back with someone else now. And
moving on just fine. Like the man
from Atlantis who dissolves into
pewter. He’s through with being
someone else. Is it a problem
of any kind? Maybe I’m just too
watery, fall asleep on the toilet.
What did Patrick really do with
Patrick? The word’s a lonely
hole sunk too deep into my head.
It’s way out of the picture. Way
out of the picture now.
