in breakfast at tiffany’s
a sterling silver telephone dialer
is all the lady gets.
sorrow full
under clotted sky,
heavy with cream and gray milk
i drown my sorrows.
terror wrist
slippery when wet
depends on the circumstance.
white knuckled terror.
car crash
thick fog like rivers
drowning millions in thick air.
but think of the cars.
mind the spam
this here spam sandwich
not suitable for vegans.
or web surfing minds.
missing calm
the sentry stands guard
as life’s parade passes by.
calmly missing out.