Saturday, November 12, 2011
Catching Your Death
Some old aunt pro-
claims it: “You’ll
catch your death!”
when you catapult
into the cold with
a flimsy jacket.
Wrong way round
in that he's the one
doing the catching.
I'm on the 2d floor,
accessible by outside
stairway. I'll hear reso-
nating trudge, s-
craping of the stucco
with that scythe. There-
fore won't answer thud-
ing rap. Will he leave
a card with silhouette
on one side, new ap-
pointment the other?
That one's taut,
no coy defense.
And will I do anything
super in the interim?
No, just relish
the ordinary.
Some old aunt pro-
claims it: “You’ll
catch your death!”
when you catapult
into the cold with
a flimsy jacket.
Wrong way round
in that he's the one
doing the catching.
I'm on the 2d floor,
accessible by outside
stairway. I'll hear reso-
nating trudge, s-
craping of the stucco
with that scythe. There-
fore won't answer thud-
ing rap. Will he leave
a card with silhouette
on one side, new ap-
pointment the other?
That one's taut,
no coy defense.
And will I do anything
super in the interim?
No, just relish
the ordinary.
Labels: death
