We both know the smell of a convenience store at 4 a.m. like the backs
of alotta hands.
She sells me trucker crack/Mini-Thins (it’s like Vivarin).
She doesn’t make me feel awkward about it.
She can tell it’s been a long drive and it’s only gonna get longer.
Offers me a free cup of coffee, but I never touch the stuff.
Besides, I’m gonna need more speed than that.
“So, Allen calls me up (Allen Ginsberg that is—good friend of mine, great poet) and he says, ‘Michael, what you need is to get out into nature …”
gentlemen have you forgotten your god? He weeps out loud waiting for our dreams to grow like ears while
for the 6th grade class of Lillie C. Evans School, Liberty City, Miami I am astonished at their mouthful names—
Let us roll then, you and I, the evening stretched out against the sky like a punk ass I laid
When I was in grade school and girls called, my mother always managed to pick up the phone first. She