hot air balloon pilot—
made of leather, big white
scarf, the whole nine yards—
for a quick spell on the
drab crowded planet
to do a little
laundry, buy some
eggs, check the mail, et cetera.
Here's to survival, to never hearing
anyone; here's to the most successful-
ly lonely man in existence, I salute
silently to the Hollywood vanity mirror
recently installed in the bathroom—
while somebody else, who must be
somewhere far away from here
is calling, nearly yelling—good morning!
you handsome devil.