Saturday, October 27, 2012
Saturday, October 06, 2012
This one appears in Seven New Poems; I'm especially proud of it.
Wear connotes value in terms of
abuse. Convictions crumble mid-
sentence, chords left ajar, bitter
chrome. Crash pad tossed for
a Talmud. The split of old gloves.
Also, got promoted this week, finally.
This is like a resource that is the natural right of, you know, people in all places and times and realities. And when you hear it, you have no idea how you've managed to live your life without it.