because it was refound

when i was visiting jaya in new york over summer i walked down the street, well danced down, and chatted with a corner poet. he was clickclacking on his typewriter poems for people who stopped and asked him why.
we talked.
i bought him a lemonade.
and he wrote:

the Apple saT
the TabLe cracked
the bEEr beGan to spILL
the forest Fires undeVided
spilling in the FoliaGe
accustomed to chanGe as
we see Fit and OH so fit
we are and becoming More
disappearIng and reaPPearing
in cities near and Far
reClaiming as was and will
be Our future bright and Lightly
(and the speed deamons on the freeWaYs
in los angeles angels to some)

aLL the while the
whiLes are aLL
( we digress stricTly speaking intoxicated
on hope memories and smells of devine)
stOMP




- williamchrome@gmail.com August 07