Saturday, March 3, 2012

poem of the day 03.03.12

wrote these after re-reading Kristofer Collins' wonderful book
King Everything:

slogging through saturday streets

slogging through saturday streets
in march rain

nasal cough harpooning my chest
gray and hobbled on sore ankle

embarrassed amongst the pigeons
and dead rats

i seek refuge in the piss scented bus
open up your book of poems

find my cobwebbed name
mixed amidst your calliope words

and comet memories.

she asks me why

she asks me why
i don’t make new friends

i want to tell her that
i had dozens of friends

years ago

but i gave them up
through laziness in fear

only i don’t think
she’ll buy that

so i tell her that
i’m shy


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