Green algae on my fingers
cleaned the good luck bamboo

back in its Chinese porcelain vase

*

How did you get through people at
MOMA

hated you for being openly gay,
hated you for having the wrong degrees

*

It didn’t roll off
your poetry production dropped

as you were promoted the last years.
You didn’t have time

to solve the drink
as I’m not solving food.

*

Nancy, where can we go?
Away from blueberry pie I suppose.

*

See, it’s all probably.
Except for sitting here

because

even a few days back
it’s probably.

*

Reading interviews of Wright,
he’s not sounding as interesting as his poems.

He’s sounding angry and disdainful,
pompous and arrogant

even as he talks about those who are
pompous and arrogant.

*

How to be perfect?
A question Mr. Padgett punted on.

*

“Nothing’s perfect in nature” my dad
would say

General Motors engineer

You know other things about him
because you’re perfect.

You’re everything in this moment
I haven’t passed on

but for most of you I have.
Where did I go?

When they put me down for surgery
it was being erased

*

We’re safe because we can’t meet.

*

Times I did anything for humanity
often I was being a shit and failing

*

I’m in my cabin too Bill
two stories above the alley,

a/c blaring
this 93 degree LA day.

If you’re going to throw your life away

why not throw it big time
give it to art?

Where more fail
than ballplayers in the minors.

*

I’m drinking gin
with pretty pills

to get myself awake.

*

Well old man,
it’s late.

You should be 83 tonight.

*

Teens light firecrackers
in the alley.

Did you get erased?

*

something

always

gives