Poem of the Week

I get up read the paper drive to school plan teach grade plan teach grade visit university search academic mysteries read texts write papers drive home twenty miles over if following Speedy Gonzalez and his Andale cries spend one two hours with my love catch one whose line can’t see the warning sign crash into bed read then sleep five hours and then…. get up read the paper drive to school…

Whose line am I living anyway?

Whose lie?

No breathe time,

no time to sit in plastic green lawn chairs

staring at Orion while smoking a Swisher Sweet

drinking a Mudslide.

No time to plant, to cultivate

the fields of relationship

allowing them to germinate

and bloom daffodils.

No time to plunge into your retinas

and feel the sting of your soul’s chlorine.

I am brushing off my 12 gauge,

I am watching for Gonzalez,

I am stepping from my car,

Where Life Road crosses Time.

I am weighing consequences,

in my asking, in my searching,

With my crosshairs on this rodent,

My world shifts, realigned.