An Abdicator's Apprehension
I'm purchasing a lawn sculpture for your mother.
That's what she said she wanted,
maybe something that chimes in the wind.
An anime echo of reoccurrence
voices in the background, hot whispers.
Something big like Godzilla
being pestered by colorful ethics
all those little campy hats.
I will do the right thing
and support the local art scene.
Discussions with a former welder are ongoing.
His attitude is openly suspicious.
"Explain what you mean by hectic relaxation?"
He promises to think things through
but may not commit as we have envisioned.
An expert at burning metal,
puckish in his incorporeality.
SOME PEOPLE SMELLING BLOOD REACT ACCORDINGLY
I'm bouncing a tennis ball off a wall.
Each time is less successful than before.
The accepted tendency is to move closer
while experimenting with head placement.
My legs are like sober drunks.
If I had some stairs I would invert them
dance backwards down
until semiconscious or both.
© Colin James