Wednesday, September 10, 2008

mr. molar

he’d dug

hands into holey

suit pockets poor

to watch television

to help him decide

every channel promised

wealth and truth, health

beauty and a way away

in the window bird

tree lawn street

and worried visage


“all going to hell

my man the best


replied “ok"

then "goodbye”

four hours passed

went to bed

dreamt toothpaste

woke again and dressed

holey suit pocket