To the Monk Thich Nhat Hanh
August 30, 2010
Tales of the City
September 1, 2010

Genius is
no more than temperamental
dreams
cut for jazz—

“ready?” he pokes with hanging
nails

so meek the guillotine
i hang the head any how

You will be lit again, friend,
i’ve said
as days go quickly down
though i cannot remember
but no matter
now

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