-?$@&*#@!!-

I thank my good friend

for reminding me of a poet I shouldn't 

have forgotten or more accurately, overlooked.

so in guilt or penance or both––

but in that order, I purchased two

Jorie Graham volumes and placed the cost of them

on a bloated credit card. a real climber that one.

(I don't possess the good fortune of Felix the Cat

who gets blasted by the old farmer’s shotgun

then takes a drink of water and the water squirts

out of the holes in his body and Felix

walks away whistling in the wind, the notes

of the tune ballooned above his head while the old

farmer’s eyes strain outward from his withered skull,

vibrating in astonishment!)

in other words, there are consequences.

gotta pay-up at the end of the month.

did you know that the professorship's chair

Jorie Graham now occupies at Harvard, was Seamus Heaney's

before her, and is one of the oldest chairs at the university, and

it allows her, by contract, to tether her cow in Harvard Yard?

so I’m searching for closure, but nothing's working.

you’ll have to pull the plug.

go on. It deserves an honorable end, even though

the experience has become a sort-of cartoon of itself.