when people ask me, and it isn't like people do ask me,
what I write about I say mumble mumble y'know thecity (sex, fences
depression, first love last night's love, the s.s. aka the qahoots aka rogue scholars
and even though that may have been true in the past
--really isn't anymore

thecity, I mean, no sides here to take
I've only ever lived in thecity and before that it was ho chi minh
I remember copper and steel piping and beaches
and a ruffled boy and his mother and his mother's father who
had a grand funeral procession
that's acity
this is home       all the same (we all act somewhere
                                            we all act toward
we all embark another big one

these wrecks? they don't give anything back

so why the pretense, q
why the same answers, more importantly
why that question
write yr own poem