this is…
May 18, 2009
This is
A Poem, written on
a daytime planner
in Seattle, in a bar,
in the rain, with a
friend, who is underage,
and probably wondering, day-
dreaming, what the fuck
we are doing here, in the
absence of sunlight, or
strategy or stablility, or foresight, or
a social safety net, which
has been whittled away by
a pioneering spirit and
fiscal responsibility, because
Jesus would have wanted it this way,
even though he lives in
Galilee.
It’s full of arctic magic.
