THIS IS A POEM ABOUT PROMISES AND REFRIGERATOR CASKETS AND BOWLS BENEATH DRIPPING FAUCETS 9.2.17

9.2.17

There is no force in the universe

powerful enough

to stop me from reaching

for the third,

when the second was supposed to be the last

after I promised God

I’d only have one,

just one today, only one

and nothing more.

But the second came,

and before it was finished

I opened the fridge

like a casket

and peered inside

heartbroken at my own death.

The disintegration of a man

is not unlike a bowl

kept beneath a dripping faucet

long enough to fill

and spill

over.


Written at 1:41 in the afternoon, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. 

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