MY ANTHROPOLOGY HAT

in the ITU 

drug room

the dead eyed 

nepotism porter

regurgitated

advertising copy 

at 

me

thinking 

it 

was
conversation

~

i survived

by wearing

my anthropology hat

winter dawn 

a joyless

arthritic 

dimmer switch twist

smudging up the privacy glass

would that i had the 

energy & compassion

to point out the

daytime moon to him

DUSK MUSINGS

creamy dusk 
is seductive
a sloth blink

then dawns
quick fried
short order
laser show treat

is hailed overkill by randy birds


~


the grey rain on my tv window
was soft beach surf
on another day

dennis wilson diving 
for his 
drunken sunken miscellany


~


the dusk in the drs waiting room
is like a dimmer switch twisted
on the tinted panes

i wait in my own inside fug
in the biggest softest chair

but i am out !

out with the common people
sick common people
like me

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