Down to Unfinished
Published in
Jun 18, 2021
As you and he and the other
couple friends merry-go-round
around the horse piss puddles
in the tourist trap streets of my home-
town, hand grenade exploded smiles
made night permanent until y’all’s vaude-
ville hook impulses move you from whistle
wetting watering hole to true swimming
dive, I’ll be vacationing like a summer-
time school boy at my adopted beach
town library writing about fantasies —
infidelities — and infinite acts of penance,
reading The Cantos with a companion guide,
smiling too as I recall my debit
PIN: the year of the wood goat
© Michael Volpi 2021
