Wednesday, June 25, 2014

5512. MY BIG MAN (the writer at home)

MY BIG MAN
(the writer at home)
Cartwheel elliptics and nothing to show : sunglass
and wine glasses all as one. On the wall, the bicycle
sets standing up, one wheel always spinning. The
groin has a callus, the back aches still. For too many
years alone I've tried this begging route - now my 
fingernails are three-inches long and I'm digging
your back. We are in this moment together, no
looking back : the jouster and the jongleur alike
have just come in from the afternoon stage. you 
knew they were coming; I hadn't a clue. Now
we've got to feed them. That's all up to you.
I'm sitting at home writing; tell them
to leave me be.

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