The Scene As I Understand It
Thursday, August 11th, 20051.
The local time is 6:53
and I don’t know what time zone we’re in
but the beer garden beckons and today I’m not doing much
but mixing my metaphors and sleeping on airplanes.
Maybe I should start by explaining:
This is not a poem of sex and tragedy, heat and promise.
This is not a poem of vodka and tonics, babies […]