I was so high that I sat on my porch
looking and looking at the streetlights glowing.
The whole world was new.
By Saturday, I'm evacuating,
putting eye drops in as I drive,
feeling like a rat for abandoning Catherine.
She'd said, "It'll turn. I'll be fine."
I gave up. Left her to her fate.
In July of last year my Hepatitis C
started up again. Maybe it come
from Vietnam, cause I was wounded
and had a blood transfusion in the army.
I don't know. One year I had a cold
and took aspirin and kept on working.
The next thing I know,
I can't breathe.
As a rule, I'm an intuitive and exploratory poet. I'm interested in the discovery…
For my calling I crawl,
vermin-like, through a glade with a battalion of burnt
tanks, their guns every which-way, matchsticks.