JOINED AT THE HIP

You’re the silent partner
More mute than my shadow

At least shadows are good
Conversationalists all I
Ever hear trippingly off

Your teeth is the hissing
Bad breadth of death
& dismemberment

Diabetes
I call you out

Each day I deny you
You claim as yours
& yours alone

Obviously the poem of
Reincarnation is epic
Silly boy

Is that all you have
To say

For the moment yes
You’re about to be
Startled

25 April 2000