eating a peach
drinking coffee black
listening to Todd
Colby on the poemfone
in between sinking
into a T.S. Eliot
essay called
"What is a Classic"
wonder if I'm
wasting my time
reading & reflecting
in a lover's apartment
in Brooklyn-
the Slope
he's gone to
decipher Shakespeare
for the day-
studying for his orals
& dropping books
off to his Italian tutor
I'm hibernating
after a night
of insomnia
reading & revolving
a stale argument
in my head
the park would
be nice
Prospect Park
the Botanical Gardens
all those roses
or back to the
subway back
to the city
clamor & clutter
I'm contemplating
a contemplative
life-or a respite
of an intense
internal spiritual
journey to come
out the other end
new & sparkling
but lethargy
sets in &
fear of finance
men are the best
distractions
while longing
to seduce
solitude as
my best and brightest
companion
I look inside
I fill my mouth