Jim Carroll is Nearing One Hundred and Ten Thousand Facebook Friends

Jim Carroll is Nearing One Hundred and Ten Thousand Facebook Friends
by Dennis Mahagin
ahhhhh,
there’s nothing
like dunking
a fat chunk
of biscotti
into the steam
of a laundromat
vent,
I try to take it
straight up, I eschew
raw sugar or cremora
on account
of some bad teeth, I chew
mostly on the right side, lately or
for as long as my pride
holds out, then
i let the dentist make another hole
in my mouth,
but in the mean time,
watching the long johns tumble
with pink jocks and sudsy tube
socks in the slow-spinning
washer portal,
my mood turns
equatorial, and maritime,
though it’s 13 degrees
outside, i stand
to make new
diaries
of a point guard named
Tide, today, my hero
must face a half-mile hill
with left atrial cardiac
arrythmia and no choice
but to climb, — a cold
pill of sun rides shotgun
at the apex; passing cars
make a schussing glide,
like weak side
help, like nitrous
oxide,
i turn
flush from my bank
of Kenmore, tides go
out with
the pastry
in my mouth, and the air, becoming
suddenly, sickly sweet and so visible
with peppermint-scented lint swirls,
like all you dandelion people,
you beautiful spores …
choked up in a blast
of motes, i wish to take
down these diary notes
forever before
i am blown
away.