-Poem-guy: diagnose thyself-

as time advances in its cavalier attitude

and the chart's architecture
is drawn from appliance to appliance,

but the poem-guy has decided to

drive to the Cape today, up Provincetown,

the chart's instructions are first, to open the refrigerator door,

poke around in there and then,

rummage through the fruit bowl, fingering
between the apples and bananas
sitting on the kitchen table and then,

as the chart prescribes, a quick navigation should be performed
under the sink where the cleaning poisons are placed
with their handy spritzing nozzles and lastly,

to complete the self-diagnostics, the poem-guy is advised to:

check the big hook on the wall near the front door
where the car keys are hung in anticipation of another morning

and if they're hanging there, where they're supposed to be,
the chart's prognosis will probably conclude
that it's okay for the poem-guy to drive to the Cape today.