THE INSIDE SPILL
Sufrd minimalism 4
Over a yar (kild a bar)
Near real-time was the
Best I could hope 4.
Slept like a goddam bedridden chandelier.
Combed my hair with a fucking recliner.
Scratched my ass with a baseball cap.
Hit the streets in unauthorized footwear.
Was it bitchin because I didn’t die?
Or was it bitchin because I almost did?
Now I am multidisciplinary and multifaceted.
The hard bop idiom remains my practice.
Joie di vivre ain’t the only rock boring tool
I bring to the mattress.