nu

Naked as the news

Behind the tube

Still I sleep

As an alpha

Male in beta waves

A shrug

Is as good

As a brush

In the wacky world

Of rings and disks

For trading and keeping

Still I keep you mined

On a chain

Less the gang

Calls you out

There are tears

For all your fears

As you glow

And go in the dark

A pixie with stick

To save you from

A knifey wifely prick.

I call you out

To find your letter

Taped to the dash

And in that little light

From the overhead

You strain to read

What has become invisible ink

And as you sink into

A current state

Which memory passed us

Both

And yielded a shoulder

For the road crew

And their plows

To dig us out

For the rescue

And the rest.

(c)jim hill (12-24-10)