(20 minute poetry)


It's a Groundhog Day
and it's bound to be
as it's bound to me

trussed up and cussed at
accused of this
innocent and that
is my stance.

today's an expanse if expanse is the word
stretched out before me
like an old man on the rack,
going back takes me back
to the same place
there is no moving on

this is groundhog for
the underdog,
an uppercut

there but for the pleasure of her majesty and the grace of Sinbad or some God
go you

but I do this to pass go and sometimes I pass time as time passes sometimes by me
slow and unconvincingly reminding me of virginal smiles up on 42nd street.

It all replays
groundhog days are
yesterday's
with fancy names,

just
designer games.