One more post-it into the next moment

comedy/drama
that would
describe
this path

this life

this time
passes
us on
like a
joint
from one
hand
to the next

smoke
rising

let’s
go to Mexico

the plane
the moving van
lands

my mental
pieces
are still
slowly
coming in
from
Roanoke
and even
D.C.

hell
I still
have nightmares
of high school
so
explain that

the evening walk
was pleasant
some jazz
on the headphones
and called
a few people
back there
“what are you
up to…”
you know
in your life?
I used to
daydream like
someone on
the train would
take time out
and ask me
“how is
your life
going so far?”
and we’d
dig into
the guts
of what’s
going on
so honest
so honest
so honest like

I dream
about poetry readings
and I’m there
doing this
whole shuffle and dance
“performing”
providing entertainment
and when I am done
the next person
will be
the next station
on the dial
move along move along
move along
station to station
to station to station
it’s just like that
but it’s not like that
these are
just like notes
you see
but you forget
you attention deficit junked up addict
but my notes
wanna bore you

bore you
outta your Virginia/Texas britches
bored to tears
but tears pronounced like tears
tears, rips, gaps, openings
worm holes
this is one more
post-it
into the
next moment

your house
is a
mouse
I carry
in my
mouth

teeth
coming in
through
your roof

in the
next moment he
says
I don’t think
I’m doing the
whole public
poetry thing
anymore

we’re
thinking
he may
retract
that statement

he may not

in severe need
of a shave

that last event
he sure felt it…
“yeah, no more
poetry for awhile
if ever…”

you know how
ya kinda get
burned out on stuff?

yeah

prose reading
in bed
at night
when everything’s
all quiet
and you
can hear yourself
think
you’ve quieted
your mind

. . .

Notes on drinking: I scheme up plans for an attic and when I get up there, more plans. Scheme for speech smooth as… something smooth. And rolls off tip of tongue. Yeah. The drunken mind slur experiences the opposite of fumble-proof moves and going unnoticed. Interesting view through the eyes, you stand up at the table and the dizziness hits and you’re like damn! I’m drunk. Damn, I’m actually drunk. I think I’ll do this again tomorrow.

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