Bullpen

That first week at the first Cave Cavem
nobody seems to sleep; we have given
them one rule: a new poem before lunch.
They come to the lounge each evening
to print their poems
and never leave.

In Kingston NY there is a Walmart
with cold chicken buckets. Nobody
seems to sleep. We are fitful, almost
stuttering lines between bites. Didn’t
Emma Goldman once say

what good is a revolution
without some God Damn dancing?
We say: lick your fingers, bite
the skin. Toss the bone right
in the middle of the table.

Make sure the flavor stains
tomorrow's page.