one more day

the terrible force of nothingness
sitting in my empty shoes
by the bed.
I sit facing the windows to the
east
and I will the nothingness
into somethingness,
I take those holes of useless
and galling space
within my shoes
which are sitting there
looking at me,
I will the nothingness
into this somethingness
and the somethingness
becomes this animal
similar to a bear
and the bear stands up
out of the shoes
and the morning light is
at his back,
rippling through the
fur
and I like this,
I like it,
and I give it eyes
but the eyes bring their own
color–
a purple!

then, everything
vanishes.
my wife,
in bed behind me
awakens,
says,
“drink your orange
juice…”

I about to leave for my
almost
daily trip to the
racetrack.

I walk to the bathroom
and look at my face in
the mirror.

it looks like a god damned
horse’s face.

I pull down my pajama
pants,
sit upon the toilet and
wait while
staring down at my
hooves
I wonder how
I can put on my shoes
wherein that purple-eyed
bear
emerged
as my sphincter
works out the first
wondrous
stool.