an aspiring poet,

I seek answers from

someone I’ve never seen

 

might look like

I’m speaking

on a cell phone,

hidden mike

 

but it used to be

someone talking

to himself

 

was a sure sign

that he was

CRAZY, so

 

I’m sitting at my

computer and granted

no one is watching

 

thus, no social risk

but what the hell am I

really doing?

 

lets backtrack,

to a logical

solution after all

 

I was a science major

in college and learned that if

you can’t measure or see it

 

it does not exist, but what about

those impulses that come

out of left field that you

 

read about online or in the

paper if you’re old fashioned

like me

 

someone won the lottery

or made an amazing discovery

like organic chemistry

 

cause they just had a feeling

or saw it in a dream

 

I will ask you know who

and tell you the answer

 

even though

at this moment

I have no idea

 

what it will be

I’ll  ask that

guy looking over

 

my shoulder who has

long blonde hair in a

ponytail that is held

 

by a teddy bear clasp

wearing a dapper

flowery tie that is

 

loose at the collar

but exudes an air

of being smartly eccentric

 

yet focused

like his diamond

earring that’s shaped like Jupiter

 

cool worn sports coat

that he swears is from

Yeats who just gave it away

 

is he being straight?

who else has he hung out with?

how many others in his tribe?

 

OK, Robert, lay it on me:

 

late winter’s gray jacket

needs a wash

which is pretty easy, since

the sky profusely sweats

as if it’s nervous

about the native people

who lived here for

thousands of years

before we decided

to exercise our

freedom

by taking theirs