Under House Arrest

Not that you can do a thing about
those buzzards which circle
above you,

those great whites which cut you in half,
mountain lions lean on you and growl,
scorpions sting your lips,

you try to recite
the red wheelbarrow
to the chicken coop but nothing happens,

horses buck you off on winter ice,
buses will not stop for you,
airplanes never leave the ground for you,

but,at least,other poets kiss your ass
even though you just now
came out of the bathroom

with toilet paper tucked into your trousers
like a shirt,
not that you can do a thing about it.