An old poem
Onward
Starving
for the luscious
IMAGE
and the-
the initiative to write the
passing poesy (p)of passionate perceptions
rolling through his brain
(since he no longer scribbles in notebooks)
tHINGS worth more than the ten thousand pages he garbled-
through broken shards of memory-
about the face that launched/lost a thousand ships: Helen, “Lauralanthas”
and the old phone “con”verse-ations
with grandiloquent phrases-
extravagantly thrown unto crowds-
scores at least-
That more being life,
material reality from day to
...............
day