We wake up in the world
Alone unraveling like a
Nut; its hard shell a frozen
Smile or better or worse a dead
Animal steam rising from its open
Maw and tongue lolling like a red carpet
Gala; three rear-end collisions on the frontage road
Make the news. I grab for your hand
But lose it in a boating accident and
Offer a velvet glove instead cuckoo
Clocks in every finger asking not for
Whom the cuckoos cluck instead
Who clucks for the cuckoos?
The me’s and you’s cracking our nuts
On the Formica tabletops of yesteryear
With shiny ballpeen hammers.