If the phone rang,
i’d transform
an out of body life-

call where I’m the mist
rolling to sea.

Okinawa is a distant mind
when surgery is planned-
and who am i
to worry, right?

Why can’t I be the man
take it all, take my lumps
mistakes, rough times-
my wife’s fishbowl living-
but I couldn’t.

I stood by a road
hoping a car would end me.
turn me into rubble.

Yep,
i did.
little i,
no i,
i-mastered
into nonsense.

Dave
13 Dec 08

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