Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Sketches - 46 (October 28th, 2014)

46.

There is much money
to be made in a
silent but painful
aging process.

One minute, you’re there, next
minute, you keep scratching
days into the mind of a
           wall that was
           once your thinking
           mind.
.
Steer quick silver into
the fall winds, makes
those bones sore and lips
           whistle  

like freezing wind through the dry husks
of corn long since past,
      swaying rigidly
      over the bottom belly
      earth of cob-carcasses,
whips in the blue-numb
                  air.
             Smiles frozen,
                 tongues
                 stuck out
                 over chapped
                 lips.

So we sheer up and suck in
the gut of the day with
daylight savings time.
Back one creeping hour
           like God tapping
           on my shoulder.

A Sunday bath and minutes
from now a shave then drive
off to a three hour CNA home-care shift,
       a Catholic client and
       his wife, almost total
       paralysis of his left side
       from a stroke.  

(October 28th, 2014)
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