When I meet guys like Lamarr, a New Yorker in a Yankees cap with "GOD" tattooed on his neck says he lived on 59th and Lex When half a twin in a hoodie Demonstrates crunk mudras & shows me a picture of his darling nephew When small-time cons on work release ask me to contemplate bad luck When stretching acolytes expose the smooth white of their delicious green bellies When the morning light illuminates the shape of your legs, torso, and breasts moments after lovemaking at daybreak When I spew theory breathlessly & Westerns make me hard & I notice that I have made it to page 93 in each and every one of the books I'm reading I must eat a sweet potato fry & admit that someone is trying to tell me something That there must be a lesson to be learned That there must be an answer
November 6, 2007
From the chapbook Ghost Town, USA, THIS IS NOT AN ALBATROSS, 2008.
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