Each day is a journey and the journey itself, home-Basho
Footprints
When it was my turn to solo
I opted to do the whole thing in C
minor
and I could tell that you knew that I
knew
that you and Isaac and Rachel
had plans later which didn't include
meaning in the common sense way
but meaning in the traditional wayward
youth sense
meaning that I still thought you were
attractive
but meaning too that the desert scene
in your last movie
was real or at least based in reality
and/or our history together both in the
band
and as a couple of homeless kids
begging for change and a place to slip
into unconsciousness
was where I could wake in the morning
to you playing guitar
Estrellas
The stars in your headscarf
remind me of the beach
at night
with the wind
and that lighthouse
out on the jetty
where I walked out once
by myself
when I was young
and my family thought I'd drowned
Doctora
Sax
I admire you and your
ability to improvise in 9/8
and I wish we were trapped
inside a hotel room
during a thunderstorm where
we would soon discover
that we were merely distinct
personalities
of one crazy person
though not too crazy I hope
since how would
that reflect on our choice
of pay-per-view movies
which range from porn to
children's narratives
which you would argue are
merely another form of porn
though at that point the
pizza delivery boy would arrive
miraculously and with
crushed red pepper packets
stuttering as you open the
door in your underwear
and a paper bag over your
head
with eyes and mouth holes
and a tiger's face
sketched Picasso-style
around them
though the strange part
would be finding out
that the pizza delivery boy
is another personality
of this mysterious “being”
who in fact is a character
in a movie on pay-per-view
tonight
but your saxophone sounds
lovely out here in the desert
confusing the coyotes and
making them curious
like I am curious about that
tattoo on your stomach
of two women kissing
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