Terror seems to have forgotten me.
But not vulnerable. This is
The Year of Vulnerable. A
woman I don’t know says
You’re in denial! I try to
believe it.
Resolutions wrapped in red leather
just to twist the tongue, to entice
those canaries. I plant another
green globe into my craw
but haven’t yet the stomach
of a real animal.
The tiny green globe crawls
back out and onto the sidewalk.
Say “important,” says the animal.
It’s a first sip of coffee before
up with the zipper and
out with a toothpaste. Suckers!
Fill my stocking with
bully, I’m gone running
errands without any motive.
If I find a list I usually
cross it off.
But [mockingly] this handout looks better
marquee’d. Belongs on the top shelf
with a $50 gift card for someplace
with nothing under a grand. You’ve got
another delusion to pump up. You’ve got
a job tomorrow. Pump. It. Up.
It’s the dawn of a new era
that called in sick. Rex
the german shepherd ate it and then
barfed it into the creek before it froze up.
Walk like a dime’s glimmer of apathy.
Sever your ditty with market so savvy
it fits into everyone’s New Year’s diet.
