Today I went to favorite coffee shop and smoked
a weed stick while I looked at the lake.
It’s so fucking blue, even in the winter.
Said my good bye to Theo, the only way I knew how. I stared
at everything and tried to remember every detail, and whispered “I’ll never tell.
I ran into my fan base, a brilliant man who loves to hear poetry
more than he loves to write it. I slipped him the tongue.
Theo told me I should start a blues band, “the delta dead river blues band”
I told him that I would and I am not moving. Everybody keeps saying “you’ll
love it” but that won’t stop me from missing home.
There is nothing as lonely as the Saturday morning coming,
except the ones after it
I am sorry for the way it cried. It was stupid. It couldn’t help it.
I would have called sooner but a chunk of p and j got stuck in my ear and it took
two years to get it out ( and a lot of smoke).
Next time I see you I’ll be a liar.
It will be about lies and more lies,
and I will tell you I love prairie grass
as much as the sea. I am not myself,
I didn’t mean to bite you
I was nervous for a reason to stay.