When November 8th Was Innocent

Marsha reads us
one of her happier
poems on this night
at the Bowery Poetry Club.

While I am stoned
to the bone,
and hitting on a dumb dumb
in the back of the room.

This where I want
to be, but
my eyes only roll,
because I am up next.

In my head,
I am learning new songs
on the guitar
like an underdog.