poem

dear jim
on sidewalks
no one treads.
wolves and pumpkin
smashers creep.

dear jim
it is 3:15.
all day
has been office gossip
and top 40 radio.
neither remind me of you.

i sit in the bathroom
and let the absurdities
of reality
fall.

dear jim
it is no time
for watch-making.
niceties are an
angry sea.
i drown.
my eyelids,
replete with salt,
sting and i
sing.

we are sailors
and horizons
leave us
affluent.

dear jim
there is a ship
sinking in port.
it means the
most to
me.