Connection just another word for
Connections Poem #1 Busted flat in Baton Rouge, faded jeans. Carded in the best bars in New Orleans. Chance is just another word for freedom. I charged into Salinas, Lord, redone On credit. I gave Tomorrow a pass As a dud fell on the floor, near my ass. Bob was flopping ‘round, clapping his armpit. I kindled my tomorrows in a spit. I miss Yesterday, but today I’m free. The Plastic Ono Band plays songs for me. The Prime Suspect is somehow rewarded In the Rainforest, where I got carded. I wish I had a river I could skate On, like a shot off the shovel of Fate. -October 18, 2024