I’m docked at a lake that
the people don’t attend.
Machete on my hip to
make a devil cough up
A paycheck. A nadir. Hired as accompanimentfor sequined swimmers in an amphitheater in Queens.To keep the band working. A footnote.
It must be so hard to be Miles Davis
and a ghost, and to sit in my kitchen
as I squeal along on a dime-store horn
We stayed one night at Karl’s place in Jimena de la Frontera in southern Spain. Let me begin with the PROs.
How a Crisis of Books Led to a Social Awakening
