written in a dark movie theater, watching the Namesake in Chicago, anticipating poetry class the next day in Baton Rouge…it’s funny how these things happen, the making of art from art…
Andrei Codrescu, I owe you.
Anyways, here goes (with much courage)-
Improvisation [the namesake]
Where do you want to go tonight?
Oh! I don’t know
Try it again-
there’s no previews here
but I still enjoy the watching of
a progression of things
WELCOME TO THE SHOW!
I wouldn’t dream places with him or without you
“Where are you?”
At least he went peacefully but when has that ever
ever sufficed?
We all came out of a nascent certainty
someday you’ll understand
I can do anything
You’ll see there are
no
accidents.
It’s all there I already checked-
Eyes black as blackberries.
Curious
I don’t want
to get away from this-
Remember always when you are lost that you and I went to a place from where there was nowhere left to go
wanderings + wonderings 