Fighting Irony: entry

Only a Fool.

Today I decided to wait for inspiration
before starting Important Things
deciding what freedoms to abandon
in pursuit of meaning.

Coffee Shop:
A child devouring an iced cookie–
guilt free taste of sugar
in a timeless summer.
The curls of the hyperactive toddler
Her mother’s gray springs
Only dead cells sprouting from a skull.

Online:
A radiation bald Hitchens
his brother Martin Amis
eternal sparring partners
in this corner: Atheist
in the other: Agnostic.
We’re all dying.

Bathroom:
The Klimt poster absorbs the sun
where blinding reflection should be
a poor facsimile of a transcendent
painting made dorm room staple.
I can’t paint without a projector–
“Adult Tracing” she calls it
like an artist’s steroid scandal
Performance enhancing, that projector
I wish I never gave you that painting.
You hung it above your shitter
then donated it to Goodwill.

Afternoon:
In bed I protect my heart with the
heavy biography of Raymond Carver.
Exhausted by the abuse
of alcohol
of wife.

Sleep:
Running through the woods
from an old neighborhood crush
and yesterday’s tomorrow
and tomorrow
and tomorrow.