i told tin house i’d write them.
i have four poems building up that are leaking hope.
lance and ari , rob sold me on the institute
so i’m going to advertise it.
right now friends are caught in AWP.
samantha baker said that she wanted a black
trans-am and a pink guy for her 16th.
for my birtrhday i want two random text messages
to people whom i forgot i gave my number.
steve told me to bring earplugs to club k.
the acoustics are loud,
there’s no where to park.
i said there’s no way i’m parking and walking.
but maybe if i wear earplugs
i won’t fear the mugger hurrying
stang of siam
mary’s chicken was better than curry
it was at the stang of siam.
she and lisa hit it off because they
want more clinical time and less research.
lisa says its cause she has to have patient-to-
doctor interaction. mary says its cause
she needs time to hear someone talk.
i’d be one of those who slept in labs,
maybe in a tent with 2 vices.
or maybe i’d get into Dez Cadena again
and play him while i stocked petri dishes.
i’m stalling over a write-up for adam’s friend.
we were part of the 50 that got brian’s publication:
says adam, “create ground swell.”
i love it. i want brian to see my review
and really think something of it.
but the cat’s got my tounge,
and the acorns for the chipmunk too.