BUT LOGICS
Time travels outside my window. But in here, it just takes a nap. Your phone
call never came after the night I didn't either. We can go on this way, but
it's not even worth ignoring.
I'm tired of reaching out and touching only my own bad breath. I never
promised you this, but I had to lie to you somehow.
I suppose you think I'm talking in puzzles and I've eaten a few of the
pieces, but how can we measure indifference when I refuse to turn on the light
TONIGHT THERE IS
an open mic at the
Purple Fiddle in Thomas
West Virginia
I am here on vacation
I caught an all grrrl group
the night I got in
Wild women with
wild songs and an
accumulated age
or 257 for the 5
I ate lunch there yesterday
and talked with the
workers about the
impending event
They said it varies
That they even had
Death Metal
I am wondering
how they will react
to poetry
To MY poetry
No fiddle No uke
No banjo on my knee
Just me and some words
I wonder how they
will react
I wonder if I even
really have the balls
to find out
