John-Ward Leighton

INTERRUPTIONS

brain dead pop on the sound track
and the news that my girl is sick
and there is not much I can do
except commiserate in empathy
having been there myself just recently

then my fm headphones can only
pick up static and a horrendous buzzing noise
and I check my coffee cup for dregs
and put on my expensive headphones
that have that annoying facet of crackling
every time I move my head
and get a stiff neck trying not to move my head

its six twenty nine in NOLA
and still the black of night here
a I add a friend to my facebook page
just because she has red hair
and like charlie brown
I have a thing for red haired women
especially red haired women poets
one hopes her red hair
didn’t come in a bottle

another cuppa coffee is in order
with all the late night hos shouting
in the street
as the slugs from the burbs cruise the stroll
strange no sirens this night
the junkies must have ran out of money
and even the slugs don’t have the price
or there are no chemical dreams to be had
so the fireman sleep and the cops snooze
and the ambulance guys play cards

and the only action is my keyboard
and except for pee breaks and itchy backs
there is nothing going down
isn’t strange that when your back itches
it itches most where you can’t reach it
it would seem to be just another excuse
for some
interruptions