THE WAKEUP CALL

THE GRINDING
SOUND OF WHIRLING
MACHINES
IS ABOVE ME
TODAY,
THE ROOF IN
REPAIR
AND CHANGE
IN THE AIR,
THEY FINALLY
CALLED AND
FIXED UP
THE BACKUP
SO MY BOOK
WON’T BE LOST
(IMAGINE THE COST),
AND TODAY MY
POOR ARM
THAT WAS
SWOLLEN AND
RED
AND SET OFF
ALARMS
HAS RETURNED
TO A NORMAL
STATE
BUT I HAVE TO
WAIT
FOR SEVEN MORE
DAYS,
THE STITCHES
PLAY HAVOC
AND PULL WHEN
I STRETCH, SO
I CAN’T DO
MY YOGA,
I’M SUCH A
SAD WRETCH,
WHILE THE
CROWDS SWARM
AND PLAY
KEEPING CAR WEEK
AT BAY,
WE CANNOT MOVE
MUCH
(ALL THE TOURISTS
AND SUCH)
SO PERHAPS
I MUST NOW TURN
TO A PERTINENT
BURN: A NEW SET
OF COMPUTERS
BOTH LAPTOP
AND DESK,
WONDERING IF
THE UNIVERSE
WILL GIVE ME
A REST,

I TURN TO MY
WRITING
COMPOSING
AND FIGHTING
TO STAY IN THE FOCUS
NO HOCUS POCUS,
BUT WHEN I TURNED
ON THE NEW TV SHOW
THE SERVER WAS OUT
YOU JUST NEVER KNOW
AT THE END OF THE DAY
WHAT STRANGE
WILY CIRCUMSTANCE
WILL BE
COMING YOUR WAY,
SO GET READY
ON MONDAY
FOR THE TOTAL
ECLIPSE,
A SIGHT FOR THE EYES
AS WELL AS
THE LIPS,
I WILL STAY
IN THE FLUID
AND ROLL
WITH THE PUNCH
HOPING THE
OUTCOME
IS NOT OUT
TO LUNCH,
AND I HAVE
A FEELING
THAT WHILE
YOU ARE READING
AND NODDING
YOUR HEAD,
THE CRAZINESS
SMASHBOX
HAS ENTERED
INSTEAD,
LIKE IT OR NOT
THIS IS ALL
THAT WE’VE
GOT,
I ESCAPE TO
THE GARDEN
FOR A SWEET
TINY ROSE,
AND TAKE
A DEEP BREATH
TO JUST DECOMPOSE,
AND SEND YOU
THE SAME,
IT’S THE NAME
OF THE GAME!

©J.W. WINSLOW 8/1/17