Basho

I met Basho on the street this morning
There was no hotel to stay in
Ginsberg Waldman Corso DJ
No boarding house to stay in
curled with drink
met worndown womenchildren
High rises of the empty

no studio apartment

no forest paths

do not value art or life
or marijuana

robbers

window-reflected
bare sidewalktree
Smart shop
Or make a place even on pavement
smokecurling
sunlight
in the brightcold
for poets
I met Basho on the street this morning
the smell of coffee
child with blind eyes
rousted by police
somewhere
a keyboard
refuses

to rest

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