what’s it all about?
tonight on wednesday. i will go to the roof
you know the lillied have died and i’m longing for august
in the fall
but tonight on wednesday the moon eclipses
and if we’re lucky the UFO will join us from Texas
rosie meows, she’s just a cat
in a bunny cage in London
in a chair on the roof with the moon and the gin and me
i wanta hold your hand
Lennon’s whispering to Dylan from the Dakota
and the loft was in fall and has fallen
now turtle backs on pluto
smoking on the green roof
walking with my fathers tastes for New Jersey tornados
baseball games with Huckleberry Finn wearing a mask
and drunk on gin and swimming
spanish flannel convers my only Jeremiah in a box
cars and subways
banana splitting helping write this poem
and it’s a square roughly. i’d say.
but this ain’t the USA. this ain’t voting day.
it’s anywhere
tonight on wednesday on the roof
not even the moon will see us
what are we gonna go?
