9:15 pm
light first cigarette
but i thought we two poets were alone
i thought we were filling an absence an emptyspace
but strange attachments are always at hand
no matter
no matter only emptiness
only to be filled
song of an aging man
song decades old
dusty typewriter smoke
coffee brewing all is empty space
feel the river the deep currents of unspeakable———
feel the forces flowing
the awe growing the dusty mind groaning
the electric light glowing faint and slow
the harmonica
in aging hands
feel the breath of heroes
expelled
knowing the ancient is eternal
and today is only
someone else’s history
