Transient ischemic attack
get my juices flowing with your knowledge
then skewer me on a fish hook and dangle me
into the bear pit where my blood drips slowly
arousing their nostril stares. then drop me
falling into the street, not conversation street
but the real thing and watch as little birds
fly about my head in rings confusing me
for the blockbuster ‘ do you want a cup of coffee?’
the answer is I don’t know I don’t care I can’t care for
what I no longer know. myself. a dripping tap. an old rat.
What is dat?
I got it bad for you.
You make me like a little sissy
playing with ringlets of hair
on streets impersonal and alien
lost in a wimple whine silence
at the beauty of a horse.
We got riding, on the bus
we got luck, cursed bad stuff
we got plenty, of everything we don’t need.
We got riches of posters on the walls
we got servants of state knocking at the door
we got furniture clogging up the hallways
we got cholera on mail order from the Andes.
Nothing is sacred around here lest my soul
and my interpersonal. And love. there’s always love.
So. I have had my moment again. I have plenty of time
I am Smaug with my time and pictures and verse. But feel no remorse.