Thursday, December 19, 2019

non obligatory made it back to that familiar coffee shop god only knows how poem


   THIS DOG
THE MAN OCCUPYING THESE EYES
HAVE TO STARE AT EACH OTHER
B/C ONLY THEY COULD UNDERSTAND
THE JOURNEY THAT BROUGHT
THEM HERE
WITH AWE
& BEWILDERMENT
OUR BACKS WERE TO THE ROPES OF THE DESERT
STEERING WHEEL COMING OFF OUR TIME MACHINE.
BACK
TO THIS COFFEE SHOP
WHERE HE WAS LOST
BEFORE EVER LEAVING.
EVERYONE LOOKS
CLOSER TO DEATH
EXCEPT THE UNRECOGNIZEABLE
PEOPLE
ONLY GLANCE AT THE MIRROR
TO KEEP THE JIG GOING
WHERE IS TIM KELLY?
AND WILL THE BUFFALO BILLS WIN TODAY?
THE GIRL ON THE LAMB
WHO ROMANTICISZED CROSSING
THE COUNTRY BY BUS
FELL IN LOVE ON THE WAY TO SEE HER BOYFRIEND
WHAT WILL HER BOOK BE ABOUT?
HOPE IT CAPTURES THE STENCH & NEVERENDING TIME WARP OF THE GREYHOUND BUS.
WILL THIS HEART
FIND PEACE BEYOND THIS MIND?
AND WHAT DID THAT COYWOLF WITH 3 GOOD LEGS
THAT MYSTERIOUSLY PASSED US IN PORTLAND MEAN,
IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF NOTHINGNESS?
                                 ///
12/8/19
ROCHESTER NY

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