Will Blend in for Meaning
Singing on without a pause, peppy, frantic even, a voice alone to keep the world awake
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Touching the Hem of Ginsberg's Coat
Listening to you read to the great gods
digitalis, iPod,
DDR
I realized I missed you
dripping coffee in my
honey-pot
reminding me that tracks marks
lead somewhere
and ten years is more than
roads untraveled
lives
unlived
.
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