pre-mortem meditation

Boney ass jowls bite chair

You research Meningiomas

Read how they normally

Are slow growing and benign

And hope yours is not exceptional

Walking with reading glasses on

Makes you dizzy and you think,

Maybe, it is better to remove the glasses

Each time you rise to pee

Or give up reading altogether

And never put them on

The neighbor who works

Out of town all week

And pastures his metal steed

At the house across the street

Fires up his motorcycle

You watch a cat, watch a squirrel

Throw nuts down on the ground

And wonder if the woman

Who parks her car In front of his house

Screws a weekend Lone Ranger

Or the weekday desk jockey with a steady job?

On its way to practice for the coming war

A fighter jet screams low overhead

Chasing the morning from point A to point B

That damned math equation from high school

You swore you’d never use, calibrates

Your pre-mortem poem about sore butt cheeks

A weekend cowboy, a rancher’s daughter, a cat, a squirrel,

Some nuts and a non-existent war

10-2-21