I can’t
finish the poem that never ends
It
was a day or a minute or a second 10 years ago –
more or
less when Bugs Bunny branded orange peel stars
began
to sing the Shaft big house coffee house blues
so I can’t
finish this poem that doesn’t end
No
one knows what is in the heart after another can of wine
and
play Rock House Hospital Blues by the Palestinian Authority
at a gathering
on a personal boom box behind rows of dumpsters
Slow
and steady the Laundromat Concierge wins the race
What
race? A pink giraffe in the House of Bishops Star Wars
Espresso game
is announced low voice from table to table
by which
poem never ceases its passengers never blend
From
Super(Pachinko)Fly on lemon peel who can explain away
top
to bottom 5 years ago said Yosemite House Sam
those
switzerlandish poems hornswoggled by dreary friends?
First
married in the lightness of the council's wedding horns
they
heard from house to Vietnam Coffee house White House Caesar
to
the High House Holy Wedding All-Star Game un-played
I don't
have to practice Pam Grier as Coffy's thinking to walk the dog
that an
audacious telephone game of a poem won’t bend
until
never mis-dreamed the poem without end continues
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