by Jack Ohms
I stumbled back from the bar,
I was King John on a horse…
at 3 .a.m.
the last bloke I spoke to
was the most reasonable man
I’ve seen in eighteen months.
Here,
I talk with
those who
fulfilled early dreams
something to do with commerce;
commerce
and the easy way to dream.
When I saw him
the other day,
he was depleted,
as Uranium is.
Like we all are.
Unbelievable…
skull-faced,
and heading
for the grave.
Is it so hard to
compute?
Trite,
is my own special word.
Yanks.
