Sunday, February 07, 2016


             ...don’t step in the blogshit...
                                              —Franz Wright

Lately, doing so much
radio (skipped Sunday
since my foot is old and
bad), I’m out for drinks,
cleaning my apartment,
feeling overly-laundered.
Gave Sepia a Macbeth w/
her medicine, expressed
more episodes at episodic
poem-swap featuring Tay-
lor, Kate, and Susanne.  And
myself, of course, always the
loudmouth holding his breath
to the end of the page.  Hard-
core rain, endured a couple
of breakups, meandered
to the gym, where I don’t
think I actually listened
to the radio, but what
is it that they call it
these days....??