a perfect day
my knees are broken
sky is blinding
your hair flying
in the slipstream
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Bob recently fractured his femur and wrist while in the Bahamas during his latest money-making scheme, The Bob Hudson Poetry Cruise. He was whisked from the cruise ship to a secret underground medical facility where they rebuilt him and made him better. His collections include the majesty of the past, into the cold wind, the train, women not my wife, trance of paranoia, she lets me and no gunshots right now.
I was sixteen, and darkness had fallen and we’re riding our bikes. The boys I’m riding with…
on Sunday
I fix the light out back
get some groceries
burn old branches
in the backyard
under the giant oaks
drink beer in the shifting sunshine
From the collection into the cold wind: winter poems (Buy Me Lunch, 2010) by Bob Hudson
Dear Readers,
The precarious meter clicked down a notch this week as “photographic anomaly” was chosen over “spot on the lung,” and the invisible spear lodged in my wife’s back got labeled “chest wall pain.” That’s doctor speak for “We don’t have a clue.” (See last week’s entry.)
She is better now.
The sun shines.
This morning, while waiting on a call from the daytime radiologist, who would give me his take on the cat scan my wife got last night – the night shift radiologist must be second string – and tell us if it was a “spot on her lung,” or some kind of photographic anomaly – we tried to buy a heart attack. They want to sell us cancer. Several thoughts revolved through my head.
One thought was, “Great! What a perfect excuse to go from occasional over-indulger to full time drunk. What unbelievable quantities of slack I’d be cut.”
I ran out of patience
took over
decided who to cut
from the team
everyone swayed
to my arbitrary whims
the law in the helicopter
spots our blue pickup
and we hear the distant siren
of the highway patrol
being vectored in
I surely do admire the attitude
meat on the bones
carriage, courage
and overall live physical presence
of women not my wife
we pulled a set of jumper cables out of the trunk
and all the problems of the world
were solved