For years I felt below snuff, stacked
one improbable sky atop another,
carried nails in a fish net, forced
myself to use a rotary phone for the routine
payment of bills. Campaign with no
election, or rather a daily election
in which said candidate replaces
his platform with a mirror because
people can see in mirrors, especially when
there’s several mirrors, or better,
one mirror, the very last authentic
mirror, starlets tossing their shades
for a watery glimpse. Where was I?
Yes—the necessity of error. Two
eyes are definitely better. Third eye
for cosmic measure. But four’s a crowd, I thought.
To hell with four! On the other hand, taking notes
in Old Testament Greek is difficult
without them. Correction: Four
is Four-ever! Everybody likes old four-eyes.
Who once was verboten, now’s cool.
Better to be insufficient, than forgotten.
In this way, we move forward.
Down on all fours, sweet Lord, for you.