Monday, May 14, 2012

remain calm


Precisely at six I will don a crisp
Oxford button down shirt tails tucked yellow
or blue small white pills ascending single
file assuming key positions at the
apex of collar points-on the remote
Chilean reaches of distant banded
cuffs gaping mouths spilling out across a
delta of well-worn knees splayed fingers still
as egrets awaiting absolution
in a lapping estuary alight
suddenly with the first savage piercings
of dawn pinning me in this straight backed chair
where I sit motionless bled dry waiting
on nightfall my ever faithful silent
valet who neatly hangs my shirt without
a word about all those seared round holes.

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