Monday, January 23, 2012

and what not and wherefore
I could not
pass
the time
of timbukto
and Bamako
and Brookly
and draft dodgers
de-flacco-fied
in a kilowatt of drinking energy
wherfore and what not whyfore
whatsit
i'm perversely
intrigued
as the sun comes out
my laundry is piling up
but no one wants to hear about it
a blue rolled up mat looms
overhead
drawings and 2x2's
an old suitcase with the initials E.M.M.
auntie emm
and you were and you were there and so were you
old paintings of lives I used to have
and futures that might have been
but now just
wherefores and whyfores and whatsits
and orthodox chews
saltwater taffy in the wound
you wrote on a box the word zippers
I guess that's where you kept your zippers
seems logical enough