dailies

reading THE LAST GENET
by hadrien larouche
it seems to me jean genet
structured his life as poetry
that there was a symmetry
to it so that you can maybe
hum the tune with your
eyes closed replay scenes
in your head that his
immorality was really
the joy of living
and calling bullshit
by its name
but still there are
certain factors in life
one can't account for
they just are
like the odd juxtaposition
of keeping pace with
the garbage truck as
it made its rounds
down g st and the surprised
o of the driver's eyes
each time he stopped
the truck to pick up
a load of trash
only to see me
still walking
right beside him