Then I’ve got to make some order
stop wasting what little is left
no more Times crossword especially
not the Sunday no more reruns
out of boredom no more boredom
no need to read a book to the end
read the last page first then return it
who’s counting now who ever was
At this very minute
a lunar eclipse just like the paper said
that seems worth a look
(when will this constant weighing stop)
like a tall guy’s shadow
taking out a piece of the screen
down in from you moron
last of the century in this hemisphere
good then I won’t miss any
hate to think of it all going on
without me
now hear this
no more fun if I check out
no celestial phenomena of any sort
Old man in the moon
looks alarmed and who can blame him
half his cheek and all his chin
in darkness a five o’clock shadow
worse than tricky dick
neighbors stand on their decks
all of us with binoculars and bathrobes
night is warm moon is shrinking
waning light upside down in my eye
and me standing here among them
even if the doctors are right