"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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