Maybe because all day
I had been watching loons
With my binoculars
I took things for feelings or feelings things
Happiness for hair, say
School days for hope and fear
Though more like a weird old white hotel
Up inside the head of an antique hand puppet
Feeling for what I couldn’t see
I found a sharp implement for starting fires
So it was time to try out for The Lower Depths
Though my monologue was unprepared
Alone in my warped boarding room
Some place I slipped or fell into
I hammered at the ice that encased my feet
When the desk manager appeared
Goggle-eyed Tom with his sweaty neck
To say no cooking was allowed
In the underwater afterlife
The most admirable existence
Is to quietly clean your clock
Look at Einstein there, for example
He’s a many fingered furry log
Some kind of patient bottom dog
His presence is comforting
I don’t know how I know it’s him
But I’ll bet he does
really like this one. peaceful, sorta, and resigned- not in a bad way, or that is the feeling I take.