"to want anything"
coffeehouse · with an old couch
the height of felicity · a long time ago
now it's Wifi & springheels · one green sprig
in this desert place
i still monitor a modicum · of drop-in spots
leave my lair · of leatherbound books
to its ruminations
always that illness · the itch to write
finds me fumbling · in my stuffed pockets
for the right color pen
i deal in lemmingware
traffic trundles · across trick potholes
even at this early · nameless hour
thirdchoice coffeehouse · at six-thirty blazing
some kind of light jazz
no vantage · if i ever ventured one
a shadowy mountain · to keep me company
nor the cries of gulls
but it's late to loiter · less than alert
& i don't even know · nuisance from nazi
in the parking lot
by the light of jazz · a no-court jester
with a black flip-phone · mute on the sofa
in a terrible-already year
"When I read them, I want to shout, Draw me a map! Show me the way! But all the authors do is describe their footprints and talk about their shoes, which are always the best, the only true shoes." --Senlin Ascends
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