GD 2

GD2

Amber smile beckons,
notebooks pile as lack
of job means time to
write. Moneyless is freedom:
a jail cell

to anyone else.
Great words pop
from jails though.
Weldschmertz a trifle
mosquito

buzz in the ear, to
he who continues
research: a good stick,
sommelier, lover of small
snow, large weeds

that fall and sprout in
Keene, that school
town in a
conservative state,
dependent on large

fossil heat
augmented by beer doses,
Turner’s oiled
merriment, emailed
epistles only

Kerouac
or Bukowski could ever
decipher
correctly. Genius
in old clothes, plod on.

24 June 2012

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