Lovely

i just read czeslaw milosz's
"a poetic state"
and then smoked a pipe
alone in my bedroom.

redecided i'm a hippie
smoked a pipe
and then went out for dinner.
stood in the phone booth

for three minutes,
searching for my cell,
and picking in my pockets,
while you stood across the street
watching:

"you're an idot"
you answered.

passed the bar as i was walking home
and redecided
that not partying
is not fun.
smoke a pipe
and i'll be home i thought
as i walked outside the door.

redecided that i dont care
that you're not coming here
anymore.
that you never came here at all.

redecided
that i'm a hippie,
bored despite the games in my head.
my perfume? "dangerous"

"every minute, the spectacle
of the world astonishes me;
it is so comic that i cannot
understand how literature
would expect to cope with it".

the redecided fringe
effects of life inside the head.