More Notes from the In-Box

1-
So there
I was listening to Mr. T
talk about computers when
a thought came to me.
-- I am never going to be
a professional baseball player!
Having not played since 15,
no scout
not one
Is going to take ME seriously.

2-
That was all it took.
At dawn I set my house afire,
burned a car, too.
I eat my glove with a walnut rasberry vinaigrette and shreaded carrots
walking away from Florida.
Half-way back to Thisapolis
when suddenly
I realized,
with the light of a moonless sky,
I could have driven
home without missing two
weeks of work.
(But what the heck?)
Finding the office -
better shape than I had
left it - my dream at once became real!
Wanting to become a
professional ballplayer
set loose a green giant.
Office workers found reason for efficiency
and the Boss asked the to his yacht.
In the gleam of clean I found to see a vision
in tan clam-diggers and pink Gap button-down
A young thing
not so young --

3-
"Tom, is that you?"
"Always has been. Who are you?"
"You cannot remember?"
"No."
"My name is Sandra. May this be another office? I do not recall such a shine?"
"We are obviously in the wrong place."
"I dream of removing all commas from the keyboards."
"Have you been reading my journal?"
"You meant so much to me. How can I not be familiar to you?"
"Drugs. Years. Drugs."
"Do you know where I can find people who know who I am?"
"Listen to the wind, I think it is carrying the voiced of those in whom the green giant lives."

4-
On high and with failing vision,
I found my truck-stop
Man and woman witty
and chatty to the waiters,
quiet together in line for the bathroom.
Drank a glass of water.
Becoming tired I walked into the field.
The grass played out my entire life
as it tickled the stars.

5-
Head wet,
nummbed by cold earth.
A pure white crow perched
opon my right foot,
singing.
Who would have known?
The crow filled my peripherals
the ground pecame my bedsheets.
I had another hour to sleep.