vocation road notes
certainly there must be reasons

clarity at the exhibition

Who I loved really loved looked at me

wanted notes in exchange for the looks.

They noticed my sideways appearances in

Homeric similes like stars so far off you

can only see them on the edges of your eyes

and you have to be in a very bad mood sad

or angry with yourself because you’d broken

all the promises to Them you really loved.

They looked and worried in time to jazz to

classic R&B and defined as second-rate breath-

less tunes I’d just invent and start with

an airhorn blasting them into the dreamy sky.

Who I loved at last loved looked at me from

homilies and circles and confidential asides.

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