Desperate Man Blues

Feel like writing it

right now…it’s a fit

of the fit I’m in; desperate

for what? Why? Questions

don’t apply when you’re

on the run, so to speak….

desperate…ok, so, what’s 

that like?

Treading water…

Waiting in a train, 

no, bus station…

On the L.S.I. the

moment before

the gate flaps down

and we deploy

into gun fire….

No phone numbers

left to call…

Alone at last, no,

really alone…

like when you landed

in New York.

That desperate aloneness

when your life began.