BU-COW-SKY

(in this world, the sun rises in the west.
I lay still on his bed, in another land.
I'm house sitting while he jaunts in NYC)


hello?

is she
over there?

yeah
why you calling me
so early?

can't sleep

why
not?

there is no air in your mattress, there is no mattress, only lost time,
slowly

sounds…squirrely

my head is pounding

so is mine
always is actually,
against those keys

there are holes in everything

the mattress
you mean?

no, there is more

(my alarm goes off---I hard tap the snooze)

what is she
wearing?

who?

big lips
big hips

I thought you called
about my book

after,
is there anything…
at all…

…no, nothing

its going to be another sunny and 72

the continual
condition

how do you care
so little
and know so many
things?

with twelve fingers
two for the jigger
10 for the keys

(my alarm breaks snooze again---I tap in for the last time)

what time is it there?

the sun just broke

sorry to bother you

i just saw
on the horizon
a cow
flying

did you get any sleep last night?

enough
to wake me from
the slumber of mendacity, I think
she is getting up

go
go back to her
I’ll inflate your mattress
with heavy breaths

I hope it rains
milk
into your empty cup of ice

(Awake sans alarm, yet alarmed.
Residue of dirty soap
Clings
All day)

Feet stretched, I ponder:
empty letters
on the backs of chairs,
join sweaters
of one night stands,
sweet would have saids
great should have beens
as
the could haves wake up
elsewhere


Ring* … Ring*


9.19.18