Cosmoline

And that's you
still smoking in the outfield
coughing up a lung

as back home on the ranch
a fly rests upon its swatter
rubbing thin elbows together
in quiet rebellion.

Somewhere in the periphery
there's a man making neighbors'
pets disappear. That's time spent
far more wisely, friend.

Let's bathe in our discontent's winter
before the blackshirts come
to take the remainder
of our intangibles away.

It's a movie that no one left here
has the heart to see, vignettes or none.


Currently reading:
"The English Patient" by Michael Ondaatje.