Late Night Writing
from Salvation, page 1
Petaluma, 2007
Late night writing drifts
entangling early AM hours
elbows wrapped in various ways
retro ludicrous exasperation
Aspirin swallowed with a cup of coffee
to ease the meditative trance
It’s all worth it when serendipity strikes
like that carried by THE BEATS
Covering all the angles
the enigma of the surreal
comes out after 12 midnight
like riding the Metro into Manhattan
The gears of the City clanking
forwards transverse the
bus stops of the smelly
stinky realizations of life
Colors of the fuchsia makes me blind
