…sorry

gazing up, or at,
or in anything but the
objet d’farce

more attention is
paid to the magnitude
of victorious blue flinty sparks

this lightning, divining from
portholes that show
no soul, no velvet

this battle has been
lost, but the
war was decided long before

…okay?

Chinese checker smile
triangulating advantage
another round–I’ll buy.

an accusatory lower lip
accomplice to cigarettes
and dives off moral cliffs

purchase is fumbled for
on which the slightest excuse
could rest tenuously

a measured inhale
terse and dispensing, and
the corner has been rounded

…mad?

fuck.

after careful review of your
qualifications we would like to
offer you an
exciting career opportunity
in a growing field

you fucking loser.

welcome to round fifteen

the bell rings
its liar’s laugh…

but who’s counting?

© Tom Watters  4/19/06