the granite man
is making a template
of our kitchen counter.

snipping here, glueing there,
doubling here, shimming there.
all for the proper fit.

and after the bill
was presented,
i showed him a proper fit.

in the 7th grade
Coach Zimmerman
taught science.

he said those
little needle points
of light in the dark sky
were matter--stars.

i wondered why the hell
he couldn't make up his mind,
matter of stars? then i remembered,
he was just a Coach.

my eight pound head totes a long-ton
of worries.no pillow fits;
i'm a newbie at scout camp,
my bed short-sheeted.

03/02/2010

Posted on 03/02/2010
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