shut down on me
and slow is all i can go
i long for my words to hit
the page

for in the same way
i cannot think without
moving my mouth

i cannot poetrize
without moving my
fingers

and lack of the interwebs
has me down.

i sit at a luncheon with mr. pig,
there are mannequins across the street
whose silence is very, very loud
they all ask me:
“what are you doing for employment”
“no no, i am dreaming”
“what do you do for fun?”
“well it comes at forty bucks,
and then it’s gone”
just at this very moment
at that very second
a shot of red danced around
from the left of my left eye
to the right of my right eye
and i said “who was that?”
and they said
“why do you ask so many questions?”

Monumental
though no one else can
see it.

Drink deep,
Lay back,
Smile.

It’s simply, simply,
wonderful.