9-8-92 Hang



This city hangs from my neck
A hundred mile wide sinker with no lure
Time away has dulled my senses
Pulled the ink from my fingertips
Even driving up and back trying to depress myself
Brings no moldy musty muse forward…

I had a neighbor for 3 hours
She had an alarm and a boyfriend,
Some kitchen supplies,then she left
But lucky for me I have a cul de sac
I found a new neighbor between shopping carts
Silent like a shy spirit in a Balinese gate
At night, a low glow from his fire greets me
And yet I don