Wednesday, December 12, 2007


SINGLE MAN BLUES


A single man

A carpenter, plumber or electrician
Clattering along in a panel truck
Thoughts with his coffee gone cold


A single man, but
An ocean flows inside him

Grey shores circling the narrow

Coastline of his skull


He knew it was there

But turned his eyes from it


But if a single man would break

The streets would be flooded

The world would be water

And all this forgotten


Except for a single thing

An old dresser knob

Or a child’s wooden hammer

Left floating

A reminder of industry

That hands sleep somewhere below

Monsters