i run in circles with my hands in the air
they have come back
and they look giddy
the least they could to would be to
help me stop running around
but no, that would be too easy, they want
to point and laugh because
I suppose I am their entertainment
and how sad is that?
Like some new-age psychologist, I
sit in my silly chair and ask
the questions, the answers to which may only be found
by making all of my words long and slow
as though mixed into milk toast