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.