The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for February, 2001
FRAGMENT
my death
has
begun
crouching
counting
neither down nor
up
going nowhere
gently
accompanied by
all the
old
poets (one or two
new)
and
unspent
money counted
afraid to spend it
waiting for the
pension i
can’t
afford to live on
or after
[stacked and filed]
staring at my moustache
in the mirror
tonguing my
teeth
the eyebrows and
nosehair
the pillbox on
the counter
letting it all go
long
and loose
am i ready for my
closeup?
January
28, 2001