notations / No. 12

I'd like to see

a six foot blonde in heels and leopardskin bikini

prancing the baselines, but clockwise, holding a placard

above her head indicating the start of an inning.

I'd like to see

an end to rationalizing every nonsensical decision

by governing officials as being for "the common good".

I’d like to see

Miss Landers bending toward me with a whisper to my ear

as she did when Theodore disappointed her;  the scent

of atomized "Tabu" (by Dana) drifting along for the ride . . .

but–– well, I guess I'll stay the way I am;

slowing the pace, sulking, ashen, and

close enough to 80 I can smell it;

smells like. . .acetic acid fermenting in diluted alcohol,

and if I don’t change my attitude within a day or two, I’d best

leave a note behind pinned to my shirt.