Tuesday, December 10, 2013


Have I seen you at all this year?

     I am a writer with no new work.
                                       —Tim Dlugos

It seems like yesterday.  And
in walks autumn, nodding.

I decide to sit on top of the
river as it is too early to get my

feet wet.  We all speak in the
tongue of a Rooster Cogburn

Western.  Today it isn’t play-
acting at all.  It just comes

natural, like a hot springs in
Iceland or a mansard roof

in Paris.  What was I...?  Oh,
so I decide to turn the river

completely off.  Approaching
noon.  Breakfast was a bunch

of eggs with a lot of meat.  The
Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan.