Much Ah-goo about Nothing | 2016
to my two men
I don't know much about much
but I do know something about something,
most days that's enough
other days it's lacking,
I find myself in
this odd little shack
and go treasure hunting most days
as I discover:
A drawer full of letters,
A letter full of pockets
A pocket full of coins.
At dusk, a light bulb disturbs
and things don't go bump in the night
even at 4am
when I'm haphazardly using
artificial tears
to keep those lashes from
making me succumb
to the sandman’s supremacy.
A comatose postfeeding nap
and refreshing change later
the roles are reversed
and my ears are lulled
with discordant symphonies:
an eruption of chortles in
calming
chaotic
coos.
And that's when I realize
I could be setting
the whole house on fire
and the little man
would still find that
so fascinating --
a sharpie smile
permanently painted on
perplexingly making me feel
like for once in my life
I must be doing
something
right.