everywhere i go

by Gary Percesepe

it's women i've loved

or men i owe money

so that it's become

difficult to go outside

wasn't it pascal who

said that the troubles of the

world all stem from leaving

one's room?


but they say he who loves

and runs is like

brown sorrow in livery

or a fire doctor in a

jerk store

or a god fearing ass wearer

so here I go around this

bend again

hey    have these

stars always

wiggled like that?