And I’ll Count

Someday I’ll fix my teeth with
out licking up my fingers first

Someday I’ll fix my grief without
sticking down my fingered thirst

One day will be twice the day
I’ll count a fifth night on my tush

One day will be the two’s day
I’ll count a bird’s way in my bush

This day I’ll give some leeway
to the bright red wish to a word

This day I’ll walk the breezeway
release the ripened hope I’ve heard

The Something

The something missing food
The something missing for the taking

The something missing up off your chalk
The something missing a marked lining

The something missing gastro-intestinal
The something missing wall-clasping

The something missing capillary purple
The something missing ballooning mylar

The something missing running a shower
The something missing cool water

The something missing earlobes
The something missing feet

The something missing sleep
The something missing waking

The something missing difference
The something missing song

What’s It To You? (K.)

The Daily Nihilist was
in actuality a sports page
converted
to a teleplay
scrapped
for cover art
of a big see Concept album

relegated as
the photostat pissed about
by gym cats
bearing the title
of Kafka’s Father’s
response to a letter from his son