Wake
up at sunrise and check for disasters
Tornado
near Jacksonville, Chase account overdrawn
Son
needs dental surgery, David Sanborn has died
Of
prostate cancer, same as me but
I’m
not dead yet, the morning sun says I’m still here
Typing
until my butt hurts too bad to sit
Such
irony. Finally recognized as a writer
And
barely able to stay at my desk one-finger typing.
Make
the switch to poetry so I can stand up more
Yet
still say something, express the joy of living and dying
Though
these violent chaotic times while the world comes chasing,
Gives
me pain, gives me cancer, gives me a pain in the ass
But
only really hurts through those I love
Who
need help, who need guidance, who need a gift not a loan
Not
reading anymore, afraid to watch the news, underpaid
Overworked,
laid off, T-boned, confused, anxious, loose-boweled
Grateful
for the love I can give, can share, can barely write about.
