-happy new year, anyway-

when they accuse me

of not being busy

it throws me off my natural rhythm,

the attitudinal equilibrium, —

my well-established order of things.

It's all within the curvature of life's fuselage,

the attitude I've chosen for my destination.

they’ll say: “why can’t you come over?

                     you’re not busy”!

but if I don’t go over there, 

If I lay low and don’t answer them,––

If I cup the palms of my hands pressed tightly

against my ears humming a tune I trap to echo in my head,

( sound's like humming a tune inside the cavernous Men's Room

at the Plaza Theater, downtown )

I could tell them:  “oh,..sorry I missed your call

                               because I must've been busy”.

but they wouldn’t say:  “you're lying!

                                                  you weren’t busy!

                                                        why didn’t you come over”?!!

–––– would they?

12/31/14