sometimes
when it rains
rainbows
trash floats
from upstream
belly up
like dead trout
today
I am a streetcorner
brautigan in berkley
& haight handing
out poetry
for free
tomorrow
without
a big brass band
parade
in Bolinas
I will leave
my key
on the desk
beside a wine-stained
copy of Zen Concrete
checking out
of this
beat motel
without a word
to my name
April 30, 2008 at 2:12 am |
well i hope you know your way to bolinas,, as all the signs are currently down…..
April 30, 2008 at 10:06 am |
Carefully crafted and complete. Don’t be gone long,
April 30, 2008 at 10:18 am |
Yes, don’t be gone long, you’ll be much missed, for you and your words.
April 30, 2008 at 10:55 am |
rainbows and free poetry, very nice….
May 1, 2008 at 4:35 pm |
you have a great way with words…
May 2, 2008 at 12:52 am |
I love the quietness of this and the feel of making decisions. Very nice. AnnieH