the second side of

the schizophrenic (diptych with A RELIABLE MAN)

 

in a zero gravity space capsule

I close my dilated eyes as I get engulfed to the heat of the sun

I finally see that which you, Babe, wished to make of me:

a reliable man

put to use on demand

 

every morn’

“where are ya going?”

you’re as likely to wake asking for a kiss

as buds will form leaves after winter seasons

 

and still I will dread all my life, be it I ever bruise you Babe

 

you’re like a ripe pear I toss in the air

only to catch with the soft hands of troy johnson of green bay’s undefeated ’96 team

 

my finness could never go limp

(or let you find my list of dozens of falumptious ladies’ info.)

it’s locked up in a multitude of swiss bank accounts

and kept in circulation to assure you

I am well accredited

 

with no doubt I see

that which you wished to make of me:

a reliable man

                                                                   put to use on demand