January 11th
Another Craigslist advertisement
Funny
Cute
Perfect
Questions of
Well, how are you anyway
And thoughts of
Homicide, petty theft, bungee jumping without a cord
Sunday night on Craigslist
Lookin’ for that
Next hit of
Imperfect
Ugly
Boring
With Ginsberg under the table, winking
Like
It’s all right, kid, tomorrow is January 12th
Like
Maybe things will not collapse and the comets won’t rain dark upon the window sills
Oh but
Like
Yea, yea, yea,
They will
Out of spite
And so they can grin, and grind their teeth and laugh, “tomorrow,”
Watch it move like that Potomac waterfall against the rocks
Where sunrises swim
nameless one day stand she
nameless one day stand
she did want to marry me but luckily she died