My Daily forgiveness of Ed
Can begin any time of day,
But it never fails to appear
Once in twenty four.
And I imagine I’m the more
For it—and sustain indignity
Guilt ridden and constant implore.
Wide black ribbons hold blonde and
Autumn hair for a serene ceremony.
Prepare us a list, put pen in our hand.
Mr. Green does come a knockin’
And the rockin’ chair suits him fine.
I’ve never ridden the pine like this,
Rock like the new kid euphoric hangover.
There are no good directions to this place,
But good directions aren’t always good;
The battle appeal, past versus present,
Recognize the good ones.
Ed pulls me aside and shelters us under the
Wasn’t I supposed to and what’s for dinners?
Helpless are we battle strung heroes of Play Satan,
Built fancifully prepared for a liquid languid
Eternity.
Unkempt promises and lost minds are two
Of my own results—less the victories to
Celebrate typical losses, more the
Thwarting of evil begat.
I’ve lost ability to recognize my
Balance point—and three chairs over
Someone knew someone who knew someone
Else, so they probably would think X about me
—they knew me through Y.
Never left the West much,
and cared even less—like
a pissing contest gone bad
exclude the vision.
I’ve no reason to drag you farther,
But here I go—vow of unrest
Wakened only twice today.
Most make useless questions
Not for the asking price of
Woven llama wool on a Peruvian
Street.
We live in the tale of two cities,
Our worst and best times collide
Ominously yet remarked
With polite goodness.
I’m still here twisting on this top
Floor jewelry transaction and withdrawal,
Before I leave the party early in frustration,
and my jacket, regretful in a closed—
forgotten dark closet space.
