#2,363 My Fall

mike bell poems poetry

My fall – outside – on an iced
back road – a slip up & crack
of my head on tarmac – that
sick ricochet of skull nerves
[as if floored by a right hook
from behind] – & suckered &
no more a contender – Stilly
on that rink – My dog stared
at our unexpected stopping
point – My watch alerted me
as I raised my gracelessness
from that place – cancelling
my dog-walking foolishness
& heading home – I cursed it
as I redacted vibrated alerts
from my wrist – Fucking ice!