May 3 and 4, 2025

Last night I went to the theater and saw my old friend, Jack, perform.  I got home late.  Decided to post tonight for both days.   After a week of poetry events I had a weekend of friend events, which also included some poetry.  On Friday a very close friend fell and broke her back.  I went to the hospital yesterday to help.  When I walked back out to the car, this is what I saw.  

 

Not sure what it was signifying, but it was slightly eerie.   The weather was slightly eerie, as well.  It was dramatic, it got sunny, it warmed up and was humid and then it was muggy with big  thunderstorms.  We didn't have the microbursts that they had south of us, but it was stormy.   By the time I got to dinner in Turners, rain had stopped and the evening was lovely. So was the play.  

63 and pouring rain at the rookery today.  Drove up after a 3 hour open mic.  We met in a different room today, not as much space as in LAVA and we still needed the mic.  But it was a good reading for a Sunday afternoon.  

Then I drove up and meditated and wrote.  Feels like the start of my new routine.  

What was I doing on a make out overpass

In a resting fast car

Overlooking Scottsdale,  Arizona 

At 17

With you

Already using

But still alive.

I didn't know about making out.

In the bench like front seats

Of cars with automatic transmissions.

Having a beer dripping tongue

Wander the interior of my newly 

Brushed teeth while others could watch

From the convertible MG.

I learned to close my eyes to the audience 

I learned to pretend I was yours

I learned what to do to win the power

To take secret possession of the scene 

Making love in a Galaxy 

In front of other stone lovers

The lights from the city

Seemed like chaotic clues

To a life I did not know how to live

One night, long ago

I'm reminded only because 

I tried to remember what came before

Like the night in the back of a VW bus

With no seats and a metal floor

You told me you didn't understand 

How you loved me, how we were different 

And your mother stabbed you with scissors and I tried to make it ok

But she hated me and lied

You're both dead, both murdered 

You were a world I didn't know 

I couldn't see

And I couldn't see how to use the power 

you kept handing me

Yes, I learned about your tongue 

I learned about our soft young skin

I learned to hold that softness tight

But I never learned to walk a straight line

Or harness any skill we all felt

We all knew, but had no future

We did not know beyond the fear

We couldn't see. We had no future