I RODE MY BLACK BIKE

I rode my black bike

licketysplit up Pike Street

to get to the bar

 

before unhappy

hour. This is confessional

and meta-confessional.

MAYBE I’M NOT DONE

Maybe I’m not done

with this experimental

trying to begin.

 

My space heater looks

like the bust of an alien,

turning to keep me all warm.

THANK YOU SAINT SYRAH

Thank you Saint Syrah

for changing total into

verity. You bathe

 

recycled in red

original crisp domaine,

joeing me off la high Croix.