thoughts on midnight and the secret hero in 8 versions
1.
piles of unpublished poetry
and I feel like Emily D.
except there is no song to these
2.
most of the verse written years
ago in a 3rd floor walk-up
an hour out from Chicago
when there was less between us
and moments were ours
without our knowledge or
at least without yours
3.
if this world was my will
or my idea – this
wouldn’t exist
and maybe never get written
even at 124 MPH across Colorado
before Denver
4.
these aren’t poems
nor one o’clock moments
of clarity
they are sleepless induced
narcotic psychotropic
overdoses
I casually wish I still drank
5.
right now
time is passing
but not without memory
and as I cannot say it is painful
you cannot call it hospitable either
6.
secret hero of my poetry
where have you gone
what have you been thinking
I cannot question now
as I cannot cope with the answer
7.
X XX
some kind of monster
and I cannot even look in the mirror
around corners
or close my eyes
8.
this is not a poor film
tho we all wish it were
– 10/21/2008 nearing 1 am
the platitudes of willful resemblance 