(by Todd Colby and Joanna Penn Cooper)
We all wish to awaken on a day like today
and just smear unguents, which is a fancy way
of saying "smell the coffee." Wake up, wake up
whisper-hisses the figure in the corner. He's there
every morning. On good days he reminds you of
Keith Richards, but with thicker thighs from pushing
a mower up the hill in the backyard year after year.
Next week I will sleep better and un-ruin my life
because I read about how to do it online.
Hire someone to tie you into a sleeping bag
with Boy Scout knots. I'm always so close to really
being free of almost everything that bothers me.
And then your face is always there. It's a pleasant face,
but it's always there. Thanks for holding down the fort.
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