Tony Takes a Hammer to His Head


(and doesn't miss.)

Sadness in the shower room
and no one's there.
It's steamy.

But Tony's ok, still stirs
and is grateful.
He dresses well
and covers the cut.

[blood in a towel
he tosses away
jumps after it
and stamps]

The same hand that raised the tool
and let it go
now pencils the moustache thin
and rubs the creases from his clothes.

Why ever did he do it?
He says the curse came flying
and he pulled it down.

His arm is an agent.
His hand is an agent.
He needs a new agent.