Thursday, August 19, 2010


Patrick Duffy walks Patrick Duffy
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.