All Dirty Clothes Wrapped In Cellophane Poem by RIC BASTASA

this time everything is masticated
they will not see mouth or teeth

they will not hear you but you
never look for any beginning like

the usual hey there hello how are you
you set all these aside as unimportant

you look forward like the nose of a train
there is no coming back there is no one

there anyway and how things have become
so interesting by then colors and scents

and the movement of clouds in air and
olaf's summer and snowman and

whatever that makes you irrelevant and free
from threats of your extinction like what

you are doing now: keeping a bag ready
all dirty clothes wrapped in cellophane

chances are nil, and life is opening as
you set aside the curtains to let light in.