The Numb Jump

shirtless,

sitting here

numb and bored

while the world

spins on outside of my

nailed shut window

I have no

out to dinner needs

and the stores leave me cold

despite the crisp

100 dollar bill

I have in my steel cigarette box

(which houses

only

money as I

quit

the tobacco routine)

I want to

buy nothing

and eat even less

so, I listen in

as my two sons

(aged…yes…aged and older now)

play their video games

and talking on the

telephone

behind closed doors

and I am not invited in

the day has come

when I am not wanted

by the children

and that’s ok

by me

as it happens to

everyone

so

what the hell

so

with their laughter

as my soundtrack

I bend over to pick up my

shirt from the littered floor

and slide myself into it

with no applause

it fits me nice and snug

thanks to the few pounds I have gained

much to my

delight

and so

the clock

…that slow bastard…

has run into the six

and I can call it a lousy night

here at the keyboard

with one poem finished

and a million

thought

I rise from my chair

and head into the bedroom

where I will find a bed full of clothes

and a cat or two

laying there

all in need

of a

gigantic tongue

to lick them

clean

and me,

well I had a shower yesterday

so I am all ready

for nothing

lucky me

and

out of the blue

I am hit with a case

of the happy’s

so I jump

(and I mean

j

u

m

p)

onto the bed

scattering kitties

and clothes

to my great delight

and

the phone rings

but I have no

desire

to answer it

and

I

don’t

I simply lay there

smiling at what my life

has become

and sometimes

...not often mind you

but

sometimes

it is good to be me

and

I lay my head to the pillow

and close my eyes

and drift

into a late evening nap

I have plenty of time

to do

just that