[I Think I Will Be]

I think I will be
fired tomorrow. Wire's
Agfers of Kodeck.

My daughter and I
agreed on humanity's
clusterfuckedness

over fresh walleye
in Delaware Ohio
to Earthgirl's horror,

clusterfuckedness,
not fresh walleye. XTC's
One of the Millions.

I won't be fired
tomorrow. My boss insists
she will nominate

my competent ass
for staff recognition
despite my protests.

My daughter and I
agreed on humanity's
clusterfuckedness

to Earthgirl's horror
in Delaware Ohio
over fresh deep-fried

walleye, and my world
chimed in time like a hand-pulled
church's bell at three

in the morning, like
a last song in a sequence,
like The Morning Fog.

[I Thought a Poem Title: The Nowherer]

I thought a poem title: The Nowherer
Who Was Everywhere but Not Anywhere,
The Everywherer Who was Anywhere but Not Nowhere, 
The Nowherer Who Was Anywhere but Not Everywhere,
The Everywherer Who Was Nowhere but Never Anywhere, 
The Anywherer  Who Was Everywhere and Nowhere without Me
but Can Never Be Anywhere, Everywhere, Even Nowhere with Me,
then didn't need write the poem.