Not Exactly Where I'd Like To Be At 10am This Morning
Tired as a Mississippi
rainbow trout
on hook
and string.
Where is
Rhode Island?
Where is what was once
promised?
I am finished with all sorts of clothes
and dumping countless
white dress shirts out on the firey
highway of disenfranchisement...
Poetry starts at 7:13PM
with a cup of coffee
and ends at 3:09AM
with a total sense
of disillusionment.
Poetry can be a stuffy
discomfort in your
nasal passages.
Going to the zoo
watching the Pudurun free while
you wonder about
yourself.
A letter from a
pale girl long
believed deador at least
completely
written off.
Poetry is inching
slowly forward
toward the vast
waterfall.
