Do or diet

Caution to the wind,
Hob Nob shoveler,
crumbs will wind
into tile crust.

Old Boys Doing Better Than That

Alumni association hit by a googly: head is a bit of a cider old boy, swapping charlie

with his woodbine - morning after sharing cigs, burping -

escaping vapour steeped in whatever gunk is left

when saliva evaporates and gets caught in mouth droops.

knocking one against the other
a rib cage wide
enough for a belly
to whimper
 and want to
see a tall man
sleeping

RETURNING II

I trudged and I heaved,
crossed-country for time 
in the snow-view rom.
Vinegar in the cauliflower.
Sophie behind the wheel.
I took up the ghost hands and danced 
for a basket of minutes, lay back 
on the braid rug to try my luck 
at the the wood knots again:
faces   eyes   question marks   weapons
a horse head with a single tear
little snow buds 
dotting the branches 
outside.

Distracted from an evening of
mac n cheese
beer
and television
by your letters
made me remember earlier days
when we were just getting to know each other
when we spoke everyday
and couldn't wait for the next time we would see one another
your little notes made me smile
I didn't cry this time
thinking of how I miss you
when you're not around
And then I suddenly heard the tv blaring over my thoughts
CLICK
And now it's off.