If you find my
Roth novel
please accept it
gracefully.
I have left it
with a poem
safe from the wind
between stones
near a great fortress wall
high above a raging sea.
Monthly Archives: February 2015
Poeta
I printed some cards
once for identity
but when I read the words
did not recognize
the description they
bore.
Juke
Imagine
a world without
rhythm
robbed of reason
adrift without rhyme
Then put it all
back
dance yourself forward in
Time.
Train
I’m standing in the rain
waiting on a slow train.
Nobody in these grey streets
today.
Zuckerman
I have a thing
with Zuckerman
I carry him in my right pocket
to read
He makes me weary
He makes me think
He drunks me theory
You see.
