page fifty
and i am stone blind blissfully
settling into the trip
but broke from so many city stops
and spending vocabulary on girls and booze
and time to lose,
and i paid ten dollars for a dollar fifty book
and am stuck on
page fifty
with blurred vision from lack of revision
of my life
which should be reconstructed not deconstructed
if i can get to page two-fifty
i might have a chance to make amends
have the bends
or at least travel to the ends
of my un-novel life
laissez fare
or find a baby sitter
for this quitter
whose attention span never got on the NY bus
heading west because he couldn't read a word really
just stared at the cover like it was not a book jacket
but a yellow jacket
that was dead set on stinging me
in the eye.
erin-cilberto
5/10/o8
Jacob, Hot! The kind of poem I love reading! Written from the heart, there before it even reached your pen, or pencil or whatever writing device...10 from me Dorothy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done, Jacob. Cheers, Guy.