i was told there would be tacos

foraging through the foliage of my forgotten poems

i see the weight of gregory corso has left an impression

 

can i make a confession?

i no longer listen when you speak

i gaze at the shoes on my feet

and wonder how anyone can think this buffet is complete

when nobody bothered to bring any tacos

 

there’s a reason it’s called the esoteric pen

journalism 101 is

who, what, where, how and when

it’s not that i transcend

just that i claim there is no transcendence

and words are ill-equipped for explanation

so i equip with personal

and ask you to stay out of my mind

if all you are trying to find

is a connection

 

you say it happened for a reason

and i say it just happened

and that is as close as jupiter  

can come to the moon of mars

 

interaction leaves scars

yet everyone keeps putting

their hand in the fire

 

and i tire of the same old conversations

when all i wish is that people would believe

that they believe they need to let me be

 

cars get hit by trees

yet no one can see

that cars are not to blame

 

i’d say that again

but you might think

i’m trying to transcend

 

i breathe and my heart keeps pumping

and that is all that is really happening here

 

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