Thursday, April 24, 2008

dclxxxv

Is this growing up?   I don’t wanna.
Turn on blue fan blue like
Alka Seltzer package I
rip open for a headache and
new age metaphysical smoothies

(J Kyger).   Paint a picture
lasts longer.   Sometimes
maybe.   Brightest white streak
across the bay some young
yacht.   Fetching
from way up here.
Perhaps it’s just a ferry
sending earlybirds (the
stock market crew) home to
Vallejo.   Tuesdays.   Beautiful
Tuesdays after astonishing
evenings.   Hungover MIT
with three Cel-rays from Bill
and what a swell intro!   21 poems later
I’m up a hill and on my knees.
Flag flaps briskly
in the San Francisco wind
six years after the two tall towers sunk.