BEFORE I GO TO WORK TO WRITE ABOUT FASHION WEEK
i only slept with the fan on once
by accident
and maybe four hours more the rest of the season
never leching for the frottage of air conditioning
the liz claiborne slacks i got
at goodwill i only wore
when summer began bruxing
then back to black denim
along with past summers of cleavage
there was a cartography of legs
it’s the first day of autumn
I got up early enough that i only saw one
jogger and a poo bagger walking her dogs
by the time I got to walnut street
where no one was humping the pilate balls
at the fitness center
fall is the best season in Pittsburgh
then spring
emerging from the albumin of ice and snow
with gifts from the magi’s catalogue
speaking of which when I think of fall
i remember the waiter at akbars in amsterdam
who told me
I’ve seen a lot of people order the
chicken fall
but you are the only one who ever finished it
BEFORE I GO TO WORK TO WRITE ABOUT FASHION WEEK
i only slept with the fan on once
by accident
and maybe four hours more the rest of the season
never leching for the frottage of air conditioning
the liz claiborne slacks i got
at goodwill i only wore
when summer began bruxing
then back to black denim
along with past summers of cleavage
there was a cartography of legs
it’s the first day of autumn
I got up early enough that i only saw one
jogger and a poo bagger walking her dogs
by the time I got to walnut street
where no one was humping the pilate balls
at the fitness center
fall is the best season in Pittsburgh
then spring
emerging from the albumin of ice and snow
with gifts from the magi’s catalogue
speaking of which when I think of fall
i remember the waiter at akbars in amsterdam
who told me
I’ve seen a lot of people order the
chicken fall
but you are the only one who ever finished it
Vincent Zepp about Vincent Zepp. Arriving at the time in history (including literary history) when I did. I was blessed to have such a rich tradition of poetry, art, music, and culture to available to me. This continues to allow my poetry to flourish in a rich loam of influences. The work I believe is representative of the best thoughts and intuitions of my generation of writers whose challenge is to move forward with the gifts given to us from previous generation of artists. From Ferlinghetti who opened my eyes to Pound and Eliot through the various significant literary and art movements of the 20th century. Then there was the haiku master Basho who showed us frogs leaping into the pond of our mind. John Berryman said our poetry should be something no one else could do. I’ve tried to focus on that idea.
Ι just love to read your work! So inspiring, Vincent! Be well and prosper, my friend!
thanks……….