Friday, November 11, 2016

Basho



I met Basho on the street this morning

There was no hotel to stay in

Ginsberg Waldman Corso DJ

No boarding house to stay in

curled with drink

met worndown womenchildren

High rises of the empty

no studio apartment

no forest paths

do not value art or life

or marijuana

robbers

window-reflected 

bare sidewalktree

Smart shop


Or make a place even on pavement

smokecurling

sunlight

in the brightcold

for poets

I met Basho on the street this morning

the smell of coffee

child with blind eyes

rousted by police

somewhere

a keyboard

refuses



to rest

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