A New Poem
Poetry is not my life Ferllenghtti sits perched atop the bathroom radiator And I savor a page every time my body recycles Thanking God for the openings and the hollow places And the subtlety of uncapitalized letters Though a dozen boxes of notebooks with scribbled fragments of verse will crush you if you attempt to open my closet door Poetry is not my life Though there was a time When I left my cozy air conditioned world rode a beat…