dudley

four thirty
a.m.
rooster crows
four thirty one
a.m.
rooster crows
so it goes
all morning
tests my
will
my patience
i have visions
of
rooster on
my plate
rooster
for
a red tail hawk
rooster
for
whoever wants him
rooster crows
reminding me
that
perhaps
i
could be
up and at'em
i could be
shaking
the early worm branches
i could be
out there
bringing in cash
but what do i do
i lie there
wishing harm
to
the rooster
who reminds me
constantly
that life
screams through his veins
like lava
that
he must
declare life
always
that life goes by
and
thae rooster
lives
he is no ship in a bottle
he is no
effigy in wax
he is no
monk in a cell
he is vital
he is
completely
rooster
make no bones about it