Day Five: ‘Solo In Carbonite’

April 5, 2017

“The week I quit coffee, after they found me
shivering on the train platform like an
Indian orphan,” he begins the poem,
hoping the rest will follow. But it doesn’t.

Tries a few more, says he bought a new
sport coat, but doesn’t know how to dress him.
Lingers on the caffeine thing, which really
happened, but enough with that already.

Dreams up one last concept: a murder!
But no, too complicated. The truth is,
that week, mostly television at home
and office politics at work. Life stuff.

I’ll have a cup of coffee sometime soon
and read this poem, the one I tried to will
alive, and sigh. The opening was good,
I’ll say. But man, you have to stick the ending.


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