—John Wieners
Two and a half
years now in my
sweltering coffin
of a hotbox (of
note: it’s been
an unseasonably
cool year thus far—
) the difference
between outside
and inside is strong.
I’m not sure what
I’m doing here. I’m
not sure of anything
but declaring my love.
It’s no mystery, really.
A psychedelic interlude
might deepen or enhance
it. But not everyone can
afford such luxuries as
psychedelic interludes.
Not I, sealed up as a
hermit in Hotbox #424,
sending all of my love
through the walls and
the one little window.
It roves across the
land and flies over
the broad seas
alongside its RSVP.
