Satori
Woke up
And got drunk
Found my way to the streets
And tripped along the tracks
Passed a café
I read poetry at
When I was youAnd nothing was empty
And a car in the street
And horns
And disruption
$2 in my pocket
Enough for black coffee
And the paper
It’s full of news I can get for free
With my eyes open
And my ears to the groundAnd somewhere
On a television
The State of the Union
Is being readAnd I
……….Did
……………..Not
……………………Listen
Subterranean Skyline
It’s 8:40 p.m.
And I’m on a rooftop
In New London
I can’t describe the stars
And how they blink like eyes
Overhead
But they’re still right thereAnd I can’t help staring
And everyone’s talking
And I hear it all
Every word
Every thought
And I know I’m young
And callow
Too arrogant to notice
That I’ve gotten older
With the turn of a page
And Dead River Time
Who trickled thinly
Through the years
Has risen above the levee