Morning Poem 380 (Chet Baker)

fuck me that turnip is going to be president

of this shit

!

I am listening to Chet Baker just trying stay sane

tranquilize me Chet just enfold me

a little, in your gentleness

as if to say ‘Thomas,

you may be wrong about this’

Chet plays it cool

‘My Funny Valentine’ is sad

and cool on my forehead

maybe the fucking turnip

will be cool

maybe my head will make the

adjustment, the necessary reversion

to how things obtained

in my fascist years

(thanks, old friend,

for sticking with me through my fascist years)

when I too was a bloated, ignorant bitch-boy

who felt free, and happy just

to rock, to barf, to kill

in the metropolis

Chet you toothless junkie

get me out of this

11/2/2016