I’m working on it as
the dawn bends toward me…

I almost had it at 3:34 a.m. but it
slipped away from me
with the wizardry of a
silverfish…

now
as the half-light moves toward me
like motherfucking death
I give up the battle
rise
move toward the bathroom
bang
into a wall
give a pitiful mewking
laugh…
flick on the light and
begin to piss, yes, in
the proper place
and
after flushing
think: another night
gone.
well, we gave it a bit of
a roar
anyhow.

we wash our
claws…
flick off the light
move toward the
bedroom where the
wife
awakens enough
to say: “don’t step
on the cat!”

which brings us back
to
matters
real
as we find the bed
slip in
face to ceiling: a
grounded 
drunken
fat
old
man.