A Brief Guide To Imagination

The old start to pack a suitcase

once the doctor gets quiet

and honest and takes his time

for once to explain the one thing.

Just try to get the shirt in right.

Mind the crease in the pants.

Add up what you need this trip.

And I've started doing that.

But my muse came and kissed me

Monday night in a dream about a professor

who was probably going to get fired.

Then, a white egret parked itself this morning

on my front lawn, before my radiation test.

And tonight, I saw my eyes roll out

8–10 inches from my cheeks

Like the wolf in dice gambler's threads

who yells 'hubba hubba," his face stuck

staight out of the front windshield,

and his eyes rolled out 8–10 inches

from their sockets (now empty pipes).

He thinks it's Betty Grable next

in a town's "M -Airy-EE Christmas" fest,

but it's just the balloon vendor,

moving slowly, from behind a bulding.

The mistake I lived for all my life.

Because it's sunrise, sure and sure!

For a brief moment of imagination,

there's Betty Grable! In the air!

What more do you want!
I shake the suitcase's contents out.