-some spare parts-

               maybe I’ll tap-out a few chapbooks

               for the folders;

               one about the old neighborhood,

               one devoted to water––

               one about death,

               one about circumstance,

               another

               on the goings on of certain animals.

               a domestic bestiary.

               I can dissect a few of the old poems;

               cull those which get to the point

               but without using so many words.

               years ago while drawing from the figure, an art school friend

               leaned toward me saying from out of the blue:

              “if there was a bus to Paris in the morning, I’d be on it”.

               I liked the sheer absurdity of the comment;

               the unique abstraction of its message, but––

               cultivating something from the abstract

               seems somehow inside out.

                but we'll see. maybe I can get it started.