I am still here

Abenddämmerung Luberon - Nightfall Luberon Oil pastel 38,5 x 28,5 cm

Thank you for the image, Marie-France Oosterhof

WIFE’S GONE

Okay, where’s the list? The day’s deeds

need a story-board at least, a rough script.

Won’t do a thing otherwise. Even

read the obituaries: scumbag scion

of family billions kicks at 82—in his sleep!

Never worked a proverbial day, etc.

Still, who would want to agonize over

what claret to drink, or have fits when some neo-

phyte fucks up cigar etiquette? What about tie knots?

I don’t know a Windsor from a Waterloo though

it’s time to water plants then spray them while I whisper

Bob Marley to a big ole nasty rasta-fern shedding

crispy bits of itself all over the carpet. Now it’s time    

to read Dante to the cats: they lap 

   up the lush vernac-

ular of Tuscany as if it were a bowl of cream. Beg the neigh-

bor for an onion. Gag on his apathy: don’t care what I need

it for? What kind of sauce I’ll  turn into an oil slick?

The windows are next. But I don’t think so. Nothing out

there to see anyway. And they’re not even on my list. Oh Christ

just got a glimpse of the hollow man, treading past his

darkened reflection, dust rag in hand, looking for that fatal flaw.

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