
CAP IN HAND



GHOST STORY
a perfect storm
winds from the East
winds from the South
converge
tearing through the streets
making a nonsense of your hopes
of a full
Mediterranean side-
walk café life
sipping a latte, sitting in the Sun
reading Proust or Sartre
nothing in those books
talk about
how the ghosts, the sins,
have caught
up
with you
(at least none
that you do read
none that you can see)
CONJUNCTION
I am writing
a poem
and the world is fucked.
I am writing a poem
but
the world
is fucked
I am
writing a poem
however, although,
the world
is
fucked
am writing
notwithstanding, despite,
in outright opposition to
the
world
being fucked.
I am writing a poem,
have written a poem,
just trying to establish
the precise conjunction.