into the next bar
sat down and ordered a beer
knowing
that what I once thought would be hard
was really very easy.
I got the beer and drank it
and it tasted far better
than any beer
I had had during
the two long years since we
first met.
SARATOGA HOT WALKER
sometimes when I’m standing around feeling good
it will happen
it does happen again and again
somebody will come up to me and say,
“hey, I know you!”
they will say this with some
excitement and pleasure,
and then I’ll tell them,
“no, you have me confused with
someone else,”
but they’ll go on to insist
that I can’t fool them:
I was a desk clerk at this vacation
resort in Florida,
or I was a hot walker at
Saratoga, or I used to run numbers in
Philly,
or they saw me play a part in some
non-descript movie.
this makes me smile.
it pleases me.
I like to be seen as a
regular old guy,
a gentle member of the race,
a good old guy still struggling
along,
but I must then explain to them that
they are wrong about who they think I am
and then I walk away
leaving them somewhat confused and
suspicious.
the strange thing is that when I’m
Standing around
not
feeling good
worried about trivialities
scratching at minor wrongs
nobody ever comes up to me
thinking that I am
someone else.
the mob knows more than you
suspect
about
off and
on,
dead or
alive.
we change each moment
for good or ill
as time passes
and they
(like you and me)
prefer the up times
the light in the eye
the flash of lightning
behind the mountain
because as far as is known
if despair finally comes to
stay
nobody is ever mistaken
for someone else;
so
as long as they
continue to walk up
to me
and confuse me with someone
truly alive
I can hope
that in some real sense
I must be truly living
too.
THE SIXTIES?
I don’t remember
much
about the sixties
I was working
12 hours a night
in the post office
but I do remember
one day
a friend of mine
took me to his friend’s
house.
it was a strange-
looking house—
they had
painted it
red yellow green
and blue.
the colors
ran in every
direction and also
ran together—
very
psychedelic.
inside there were
many people
lying around.
they didn’t move
much.
they appeared to
be asleep
although
it was only
one p.m.
“these are the
beautiful people,”
my friend told
me.
“yeah,” I said,
“some of the women
look
pretty good.”
I was feeling
smart and walked
over to the
best looker.
she had long
blonde hair
and an
almost perfect
body.
she was
stretched out
on a couch
near the
fireplace.
I shook
her.
“come on,
baby, let’s
fuck!”
“peace, brother,”
she said,
“some other
time.”
we walked on
through
the house.
I asked my
friend,
“how can all
these people
sleep
with all that
loud music
playing?”
he laughed,
“you’re a real
cube
.”
we left and
went back to
his house.
we sat and
talked
while his
wife created
ceramic art
in the
kitchen.
I slept on
their couch
that night
and left
in
the morning.
I saw
my friend
again
about
three weeks
later.
driving over
I passed
the house
where
I had seen
the blonde
on
the couch.
now the
house was painted
grey,
grey and
white.
I went
to
my friend’s
house.
his wife was
in the kitchen
working
on collages.
after
a few drinks
I asked
him,
“what happened
to the house
down
the street?”
“they were
too obvious,”
he said,
“they got
busted.”
“that grey
and white
paint job,”
I said,
“it’s hardly
as nice.”
“that’s true,”
he said.
we looked at
each other.
“they should
have painted
it
grey and
blue,”
I told
him.
EXPERIENCE
she claimed to be
worldly
to have traveled
everywhere
was said to have known
many famous men and even
slept with some of
them.
really she had
(she said)
done it
all.
after dinner
at a neighborhood Japanese restaurant
I asked her
if she would
Sarah M. Eden
David Menon
Justin Podur
Andy Remic
Joanne Dobson
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Rita Herron
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