to recover…
"you’re recovering?
I talked to you awhile back
and you were sick…"
yeah, what is with the
world today, huh?
sick all the time
in debt all the time
fret all the time
locked outta house and home
sip a humble martyr tea
outer space man outta space man mind
clank and feet shuffle
meditation session turns
into a writing session
to recover…
you still have a heart and blood flowing
through you, you’re still at this address and
have the same phone number
from like a year ago
walk around just one block to
catch your bearings
get some of that daytime light
almost back
in fighting condition again
I’m feeling so good—
I tell myself
and so WHO WANTS A FIGHT?
surprises are
in the air
love is in the air…
surprise is somewhere in there
love is… hiding in the air
love is a Duck shot shot down out of the air
surprise dead dead dead dead ducks