Serene

The word sounds like cutting 

across skin or a melon.

I hear red and sense violins 

like in a Hitchcock movie. 

.

A woman passed me today 

whispering “serenity…” 

and I answered, “insanity”

but there was no rim shot.

.

There are plagues that haunted

this long fucking day, small rages 

from stuffy old men to rabid dogs 

to line cutters in traffic. 

.

I wonder if I’ll dream of twins 

and a glass of water, as if 

in the form of a hawk 

redemption could be activated.

.

My socks didn’t fit today 

and I opened up like a fool

but mostly the world is rolling along 

regardless if I’m in it or want to cry.

.

I don’t want to be mindful 

about my pizza slice or my breath;

I want to gobble up the scenery 

and laugh until I pass out, dreaming flight.