Wednesday, January 01, 2014


Watching old interviews with Iggy Pop 
soothes me late at night.

Once I understand what his face looks like, 
I stop watching and

I just listen. I pick up menus on the table 
and start to read them.

Florida Shrimp à la Newburg on Toast, 
I read, and with the sound 

of Iggy Pop saying “She looked at me 
penetratingly” everything 

is right, and I could almost fall asleep 
in her arms whatever they

might be, in a picnic by the sea.

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