“Just pour some water on his head,”
I said to the waitress.
“I can’t do that. What if
he wakes up and freaks out
all covered in water?”
“Well, I don’t think he will.”
He hadn’t moved
Since we’d been there.
He was old, old.
Old people might go to Denny’s
drunk and fall asleep,
but old, old people?
They almost never do that.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“He might be dead.
What do you think,
Is the man dead?”
“I think so,” she said
The ambulance came,
and they took him away.
He was wearing this shirt,
and it had a dead duck
in a dog’s mouth.
My dad dresses like that, too,
in Spalding tennis shoes,
and jean shorts.
Was he someone’s dad?
How will they find out
that their dead dead dad
came to Denny’s to die?
Or will they just call around
looking for their dad
when they get worried about
why he won’t answer the phone?
How far will they have to drive,
all teary-eyed (or not)
to see their dead dad’s
old, old dead body?
Will they ever
go to a Denny’s again?
I think that they will.
Everyone goes to a Denny’s
again,
except for him.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
What kind of life
does the man have
that licks yogurt
from his hands
in the dairy aisle
while I squeeze
packages of cheese
and you shake
a cantaloupe
like a magic 8 ball.
It smells sweet
but the problem
you’re having is that
you can’t hear the seeds.
What kind of life
do we have?
Ask again later.
What kind of life
do we have?
Outlook not so good.
And the man?
Concentrate.
Ask again later.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
When it is raining
I don’t need
an umbrella
because
those aren’t raindrops,
but water.
And I go inside
smelling like
wet garbage
and cigarettes
evaporating
directly into the
nostrils of
the people
who I'm afraid
won't like me.
They bought their umbrellas
on sunny days
because they are smarter
than I am
because they knew
that the sky falls
from time to time
but I didn't know
anything about that.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC