Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Tuesday, July 10, 2001

Stupid (a poem (to honor Mamie Minch))

07/10/01


I'm very happy

Mamie found my wallet;

she always tryin' to huug me;

next time I'mma let her;

but only just a lit-tle.



It's too bad i can-celed

my citibank citicard,

and my corporate credit card,

but they'll send me new ones,

by the 13th of this month.



Now I didn't lose my

Fake ISIC card yeah!

Except that thing is use-less,

But I got my I.D.

Don't have to deal with the D.M.V.!



I also have my photo

From the Chicago Tribune

In the travel section

Of Zurich's Blinde Kuh

Which lives in my wallet



It was under a black hoodie;

I wish that I had remembered that,

And I forgot Hollywood Babylon,

The book with really great pictures.

So now I have to return to Wilmington.



Maybe I can see Kerry,

my em·py·re·al Love,

And coveted paramour.

Zoe sent Wendy affection,

But I forgot to relay it.



I didn't get to see Wendy, really,

But I'm chewing on some mint.

Next time we should hang out

For more time than the cook-out.

Maybe also with some others.



The Brandywine is a bit nasty;

I think it needs more chlorine

I can't play dominos

It isn't a big deal, though

Thanks for breakfast Hannah, Petro



And to rookie Davis of the PPD,

You owe me two dollars and an apology.

Your friend the older woman knew pretty well

That your dumb ass threats

Were empty, hollow, cowardly, and graceless.