There is a moment
\nin any conversation
\nabout the river
\nwhen I go poetic:
\nI feel the poetic juices
\nsurging like
\nthe fourth hour of
\na pub crawl
\nwhen you resume smoking
\nwhen nothing matters
\nas much as everything
\nwhen what’s at
\nthe bottom of your soul
\ncomes directly
\nout your face
\nand into your own
\npersonal mythology:<\/p>\n
God, you’re fat \u2014 and nothing That’s how I am It’s blue love And I’m blue sapphire sober.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" There is a moment in any conversation about the river when I go poetic: I feel the poetic juices surging like the fourth hour of a pub crawl when you resume smoking when nothing matters as much as everything when … Continue reading
\nI always wanted to be a great lover
\nNobody loves me
\nLet’s do it<\/em><\/p>\n
\nwill stop you
\nand nothing
\nis ever the same.<\/p>\n
\nten seconds into
\na conversation
\nabout the river
\nThe St. Lawrence
\njust down the street<\/p>\n
\nYou can see it from the moon
\nIt’s the allegory of creation
\nIt’s the soul of art <\/em><\/p>\n