it's such a clich� to come undone
& say i'm not good enough
& hello, yes
i've noticed

listening to a snake charmer,
clutching all this fear with
hand to heart. forget, forget,
what is it to forget?

i have grown old watching swans,
wearing candycanered & a storm,
instead of hair. distracted
by the simplest things.
maybe they are symptoms
of a wonderful disease?

clear the air so it can be seen,
my eye gone somber & pale in
lights made of gold. oh, say
it is so. every wristwatch
is running two hours
behind.