There’s always
new ideas
waiting to be hatched
It often times
boils down
to who will step up
to bat
and nail the big hit
and the baseball metaphors
are striking a note
of Americana
one hundred years
of desolation
in incoherent thought
freed finally
by singular light
nobody listens
to Rimbaud anymore;
the words pregnant with meaning
10-25-96 Rotterdam
Newborn Metaphors
You wrote this Poem on the day before I was born.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
I knew something big was
I knew something big was coming