No. 234 - Mom Died III

I wish I had a week off from life.

My alarm clock would be Peggy-O (4/30/77)

I start every morning with a quadruple Seven and Seven

    I’d ease into an ante meridiem buzz

I have a cigar. And donuts.

I’d watch Dukes of Hazzard all day

    in my Cosmos Club bathrobe

I’d take my first nap around eleven

    and listen to Labi Siffre when I woke

        But not before pouring another drink … perhaps a hurricane

            and a Winston

I’d never take off my slippers

    Or comb my hair … not even my mustache

Hopefully the Braves are playing

    First pitch at a quarter past twelve

        while a pizza is delivered

But if they’re not … I’ll watch Masterpiece Theater

    And memories of mother will bring tears to my eyes

I’ll fall in a drunken dream

    Where my brother is alive

        So is grandpa

            And a grandmother I never met

My resolve wilts

    I’ll go to my poets

        They’ll comfort me … they always do

And I’ll wake up … begrudgingly

    To a world where my mother is dead