as dumb as my stupid brain.
we can take a shit in South Florida.
and then jump a train to NYC.
just a man with hangnails and hangovers.
just a poet trying to be funny.
just a worthless weirdo.
divided time and tessellating.
this hotel is cheap.
and there is not a single thing.
that can take Montreal away from me.
even a long February.
welcome to my writing.
it's not like lightning.
but it is a miracle which is alright.
and now I will watch basketball and move on.
happily, hopefully.
everything is felt and forgiven.
newness and air is coming.
and I am not sorry that this is beauty forgotten.