I'm Getting My Act Together
Robert Wexelblatt

Tugged into sloth by gravity I’ve
wasted our time staring hard at oaks
and maples that handle their affairs
better than I’ve ever managed mine
that are scattered like discarded leaves

I shall cease dawdling and start juggling
because while no one really likes it
juggling’s a halfway respectable
discipline and you insist that’s what
I need to keep my eye on the balls

I’ll wear a suit and tie depilate
my chin guillotine my lengthy locks
renounce novels naps noshing for a
firmness of resolve for the role you’ve
allotted me and will I ever act

because that’s the deal I don’t get to
choose Orestes Othello Oswald
only how I prance pose prate for the
audience that being you.  Now where’s
my old foulard and that smiling mask?