About to face the unsleeping usurper of Satan
in your delicately balanced two-pound-per day lifestyle
a new corduroy hat
languid body sitting slumped against the red brick wall of despondency
laugh forever at nothing jokes.
The eaves droop in the heat and begin a benign one-two-one-two dance routine
disclosing desire, lust, love, hate and want, the price goes up
no two bets match
no two birds collide.
Fighting inevitability with teeth clenched, claws sharp, no-holding-back assuredness in the absurdity of it all.
The clasps tighten.
Laces all tied up.
Over and under and round and round-a-bout time to confess,