ok - now it is not 6 months, but 8 years later.....
A September Sonnet-6 months later
I’ll try to tell you everything I know.
I find I cry at stupid things these days,
wiping surreptitious tears away at
the end of every television show.
This isn’t how it was supposed to go.
My love, the future, has arrived at last.
Crazy time is spinning honey fast,
that is, unless it’s dripping acid slow.
21st century started this way:
Supreme Court declared democracy’s death.
Some motherfuckers blew some buildings up.
They tell me silence is the best thing to say,
but great lungfuls of music can’t be corrupt -
each day is a poem, created by breath.
March 11 2002
