GOTHAM CLAYMORE


Driven to drink

by all reasonable expectations

the watch on your wrist
matches their faces

her mouth is like a bullet hole in glass as you leave

Buck up, dude

the annihilate special forces run amok
through the furniture of your red corpuscles

it won't be long

that's you

no, it's God

no it's you

staring out of your morning coffee . . .

gray sky easing its way in through open windows

so nice then, the red roses on your boxers in the john

"Small Garden w/Graffiti"

so nice, the blush of color spreading down her breastbone
when you whisper the alphabet into her ear . . .

Soon it's time to catch the bus

Citrus, a woman says,
sniffing your aura

The face of the bank appears
stricken with autism

"How many loan officers does it take to screw in a light bulb?"

at 3 a.m. a lunar eclipse in your living room last night

even with no ice left

Jesus said: Why have you forsaken me

But: 9 am on a Monday

the coffee's coming out of the Bun

(the way it has for a trillion years)

so chill

everyone's got troubles

and besides, it's beautiful inside today

The Beatles singing "Savoy Truffle" in the copier room

(But you'll have to have them all pulled out

after the Savoy truffle)

to the beat of the blinking digital display

warning

. . . toner alertooolow-toner alertooolow-toner alert . . .

and not a thing in the world

you can do

to fix it