August 23, midnight
(In my back yard after talking on the phone and nearly missing this
thing again)
Creepy
mix
blood wax seal
on a bottle
that never shows
up
(damn UPS, that woulda been some good olive oil)
I told the poetry crowd
I'm going to
New Orleans
before anyone else
and I was singing!
New town again, this time
an old town.
Gave up a line
to the scene
"$5 Art Kegger"
Poetry to go
My mission here is done.
August 23, noon
(Construction site on S. Brodie)
Stuck in traffic
writing on a receipt
I've moved twenty feet
in forty-five minutes.
I hate this town.
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