into my dim living room
coming out of the woodwork
from the old yellowed zenith radio decades old
rhythmic refrigerator on the snares brushing along with the beat
cool jazz fm 103.5 ain’t never seen no thelonious monk
dog in the corner snoring the bridge
blinds closed keeping the dark in
in the early afternoon eclipse
incense burning - candle turned on at full volume
rusty mail truck australian style lumbering by front of house
wish it was raining happiness
want something to happen but nothing to happen
this is contentment these days nico
took a nap on the futon and ate a little food
canned chicken on bread
with "bob mayo on the keyboards... bob mayo!"
imitation cape cod kettle chips
cold pabst blue ribbon wannabe to wash it down
outside now -
it’s september nighttime and the crickets come alive
creek creek creek creek creek creek
big planes flutter their red and green eyes at me
as they fly overhead in the blackened cajun style sky
to the noisy neighbor airport who won’t move
think I’ll set up my leaky gray tent
sleep in the backyard back of the woods for the hell of it
among the hooting owls and lurking hungry bears
what could happen
