i

ok..an intriguing title
for a slim volume-how
did it go-biographical-
neither question but wile-
a tune  that taunts the
periphery..
what you think happy..
(yes,i could get my teeth
into that)..i laid out your
cowboy-suit and gave your
boots a once over with the pledge..
(how many times..)your dinner is
in the micro...

ii

i sent a poem to the new yorker
once..
it was called, love hunger..

now in the mirror-i am joe buck
not much of a cowboy but...

i

the story so far:
grumpy boots-master
and happy his dog-servant

play out their roles..hapless,
before the karma of a blind universe..
saturday, and off to the soul doctor

and after?!an evening of western-
down at the pickled gherkin!
will grumpy find a friend?

will happy follow the dictates
of his nature
lost in the wild

of the primordial night
free of conscience and moral
turpitude?-(read on..)..

ii

q:so,how was the week
a:pretty much the same
q:were you busy-
a:same..made up a poem
q:about-?
a:a door,inspired by a dream..

iii

i dreamt about a door
was i in or out
was my life a jar
of doubt..

at the behest of an un-
caring universe
to fill a gap-a hinge-
a ***-to strange karma

iv

what does it mean
self explanatory themes..
your alienated and hesitant
you are not sure
if you are a door..

and if enterered?
a decision deferred-
what of the future?
what is in store?
just around the corner..

v

do you think of dying?
not so often
all the time or
middling-

i want you to write
a poem -
about death-
mean while..

vi

in the antechamber
happy chews the f out
of the carpet

boredom is worse
he thinks and stifles
a yawn..

when young
we were hip to jj-
the man
sipped tequila
while the med did
a thing..