Feb 2, 2020
totally off topic but
last night I went out
with regret, walking
along the boulevard
past bodegas, prostitutes
and bars, a solipsism
of the senses took hold
because I created them
(can you even create me?)
Words tumbled out, a little
arrogant at first, and even
more so as I tried to save
the surly impression wipe
face off the bar stool
and sit, contemplating
hard rock and placement
of the wine glass, eye fixed
on the television, I started
happy, but now I don’t think
about waking up.
Maurice Lenox February 1 (c) Samuel Maurice
