Sunday, June 28, 2009

Clem Snide and Rufus Wainwright
listen to the new poet reading his hair
curly and brown and teeth
. Because we met at the coffee
shop and my roommate wanted
to hike and watch a movie
. I wanted sushi, I miss you,
my compatriot, I want you back
to tell me about what's changed in
Central Pennsylvania because I met
a guy named Brandon the other day
who grew up on an island but lived
long months in Middletown.
I've been hoping for synaesthesia
for experience, the way the sprinklers
toss on at 4 am when I've been awake
all night working
graveyards at the group home
writing and spitting green seeds.