[i will wear thirty two shades of eyeliner & gentrify your avant garde poetry]

Friday, October 27, 2006

poem written in san luis obispo

there is a mission there
is pumpkin death &
trollies there
is the super eight motel my
money-maker i am
watching cable & disturbed
by sudden footsteps i am
a mission this time
you can trust me a signed
document peculiar
thing unnotorized
i am the mission i am
ready for something now

6 comments:

amber said...

I once asked for directions at a burger king in St Luis Obsispo...

amber said...

i've had this comment up for days and it hasn't shown up as a listed comment...boo to that...

ward gleason said...

weird! & a strange place to ask for directions. i am, of course, now, in p-town, momentarily. i will soon go to burger king.

amber said...

in town, as in in Seattle? 'Cause I'm meeting Maged at Dad Watsons tonight at 9pm if you are...(Friday night...)

ward gleason said...

goddammit, hope you say hi to him for me cuz i'm actually in san jose in my hotel watching cable television...oh the working life. probably try to make it up to sea-town the weekend after next (as i'm in san jose all next week).

wardy

amber said...

ah well...c'est l'vie (not sure I spelled that right...took spanish, not french...)

We'll catch you when you're in town.