guru

I keep getting phonecalls from the
helpless and the lonely and the
drunk.

yes, I answer, that happens to all of
us.

o, you’re writing poems now?   buy my
books.

women?   you lose them and you find
them.   be strong.   use immensities of
catsup.   sleep late, if
possible.

yes, I drink.   but you can jog.   jog
along the water.   watch for the
jellyfish.   you need vitamin E, cigarettes, a
new typewriter ribbon.

I hang up.
I go over and sit in front of the
typewriter.

little do they know, those suffering
bastards, that each man gets
it.   I am sweating behind the ears.
the phone rings again. I
listen.   I listen until it stops
then I lean against the
keys…

another great book at Pickwick
Bookshop.