Layaway Fantasy

“In Betweeners” Volume 15

corkscrew circumstance

through a linguist’s loom

tendrils twisting like fate

spun spindly by the wind

can you see the blind man?

shaking his cup on your stoop?

in the morning, in the rain

jangling his sympathy like a blues song

no, I cannot spare a dime

for your postured providence

your posthumous promises

i cannot buy your dream

but I’ll buy my own

by and by – a layaway fantasy

woven like rain-soaked cotton

into fabric I’ll never wear