“WET MATCHES”

Nights that I can’t write, I like to light tall candles
and take a long shower, in no particular order.
Sometimes, this helps and I run out naked,
soaking the keyboard with whatever got wet
on my tongue in there.
Then, still naked, I make myself a hot cup
of decaf and write until the candles burn out.
Other times, I blow out and go to bed, flat.
Then, still naked, I wake myself up by 8 AM;
Walk into the bathroom, sit to piss, brush my teeth,
and step into the shower.
Sometimes, this helps, and I run out naked,
soaking the keyboard with whatever got wet
on my tongue in there.
Then, still naked, I go and make myself a hot cup
of French Roast; Peeling a banana beside some nuts;
Almonds and cashews.
Then, I write until I have to go to work.
Other times, I wake up and walk to work, flat.
Then, still naked, I run back to my apartment
where I forgot to put on clothes.
Sometimes, this helps.
Other times, it’s all been a bad dream—
and I wake up, rush over, soaking the keyboard
with whatever got wet on my tongue in there.
Sometimes, this helps.

narrative poem written on 12-30-2010 by: on mattkane.com
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