He Wants To Know What It’s Like To Be Me

True story.  Back in previous century, some guy wanted to know what a typical day was like for me.  Guess because I am so amazing. 

I don’t know what he was thinking. See he’s younger than me, he is more successful than me. I must have chuckled, surely.  He has more money than I have.  Really, how fucking hard would that be? I am completely broke.

At just that moment, I am sleeping alone.  He wants to know what it’s like to be me.  He’s married to a stewardess when that was a good thing.  For goodness sake.  I can’t help wondering how great it is to be him.

Wonder how he’s doing right now.  Because I am doing swell.   Anyway, somebody asked me that very exact same question recently. – JDW

***

Get up whenever I goddamn please

which is six-forty-five every morning.

Used to think, that early,

what the hell?

Now I think,

just a miracle, is what it is.

First thought in my head

Thank you Lord for another day.

Thank you.

***

Push up until I think I am sitting

check all my bones.

Dad taught me that.

Try to get television on

start the day

in time

to hear Charlie Rose give me

My World In Ninety-Seconds.

Trust me,

that’s plenty.

***

Fire up my vibrating heating pad

hot and vibrating

drink coffee.

Wait for wife to go to work.

Walk her to the car

and tell her I love her

because according to Charlie Rose

good chance there might be a shitstorm

somewhere local

and I want those to be the words

she hears from me last.

***

Coffee.  Dare to look at paper.

Nine-foot anaconda shot

on the banks of nearby river.

Yogurt and nuts on bad days,

chorizo omelets on good days.

Drink coffee

like it’s God’s own Drano.

Go for a long, long walk.

Dogs bark as I pass.

Dogs want to know what it’s like to be me,

out by myself

off the leash.

***

Guess there will come a day

when takes you longer

to get over the walk

than to walk the walk.

Not there yet.

***

Time for lunch.

Soup a meal in a bowl.  A healthy choice.

Buy one can, get one can free.

Thank you, Jesus.

Go to work.

***

Stroke my muse

and wait.

Wait until

wait until

wait until

I hear a voice

I hear a voice

and I type.

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That’s as far as I got.

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