other writing

the thing about writing is to habituate yrself in the local
to develop routines that will try to facilitate the
writing w/out damaging
for lack of a better word: its freshness

like unleavened bread
if i can stretch the motherfucking metaphor
a bit
then if the poet must need to break out

of habits that have solidified
into a solid chunk
of day old crusts
what then

i've never gone for aping the cafe culture
that comes w/ the myth of poetry
until now
i think

see we went shopping at 1 of our
local dirt malls
country club plaza
on sat.
it might sound like i'm talking shit

about the place
but really i think sitting in the food
court with my laptop
in the midst of wild families hunting

for bargains
for shoes for kites for sporting equipment
in a building that is of itself
nostalgic for the old vernacular architecture

googie
and that sac has more shitholes
to shop in than it does
other places

really i love it all
to spend a couple of hrs
during the weekend
pounding out poems

sorta like plein-air writing
only indoors saturated by fluorescent
and neon lighting
with the smells of frying burgers and chips

to perfume
the effort after i told anna
she shrugged the idea
break those habits write them fucking poems