I was foolish
in drinking/ colliding with chairs
the need to believe/ & believing.
:So I have been foolish.
My heart will not harden/nor inflict its own
cruelty on itself
as its has
in hoping/ or possible opening/ coming
& keeping alive.
This is not a funny poem, though we laughed
Well together/nor do I
mean a joke if it.....
How to explain
behind a jukebox & B Girls/ money & concentration
to No Exclusion,
that the eyes see anyway?
So you were not there.
& we did not meet as you promised.
:I have learned no lesson,
Only the stars do not resound tonight
And the heart is a lonesome animal.
Mocambo Bar, Topless Dancing Gig, SF
- Janine Pommy-Vega