I am a thick azure
And I breathe in time
With my wife’s gentle snore.
I descend into the shape
Of Mickey Mouse’s Ears.
A Dead Rat stuck rigormortis half out of his hole.
40.
The soft downy fur of the Firefly.
The snap pea apple tang of Eric Dolphy’s saxophone
Calling, a siren
And me, sitting on my son’s bed reading superhero comic books together
Milk to the left of me
Garlic Powder to my right
A Claw Hammer under his pillow.
I believe the dew on my wife’s upper lip is a reflection of her love for me
An indication of her embrace.
40.
I am the Ruby Cyclops
Lumbering through the ages
Pawing Potassium Pills
And Rocky Road ice cream
Into the Black Hole of my face
Turning my one bloodshot eye
Away
From the road.
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