1995

1995

As possible as it
is to be relaxed
in suit and tie
I strive to be.
Laying back in this
hot starched
Gangster/Detective
cloak of armor.
An outmoded way
a present day.

I’m Charlie Brown
and the little
red-haired girl
sits at
the reception desk.

Ain’t got a Chinamans chance
with her
cause I’m as alien
as a little green
Uncle Martin
and worse
I’m never what’s expected
when they see the face

but again

that don’t matter
cause its all about
laying back
on a cold day
with the heater blasting
Christmas goodness
and mama’s love
across my long-johned
body.

No place to go
and no desire to
leave.

Eyes falling heavy
I lay back
sighing a
demon-expelling
breath.
The king of the world
wears grey
long-drawers
and doesn’t own
a vacuum cleaner.