Saturday, January 31, 2015


Live, from The Box

“Don’t you care how we live?”
End line— I just can’t get
into [this guy]’s poems.
I just can’t get into his eyes.

Damn.  Okay, okay. 
I have an accountant for
the first time in my life.
Or am I sleeping with one?

No.  But my taxes from 
years ago get paid today 
with bones from the 

bank.  Please let it 
be less than the
bottom line.  Yes—

Glory!  Step 
away from 

the box.  Into 
this guy’s eyes; 

this guy’s
sky full of eyes.