Been thinking about praying, which
reminds me of this poem
which I always have somewhere around me –
like on my wall (if I have a wall) or as a screensaver.
Speaking of poetry,
I found a poetry gig in LA –
open mic tomorrow night at Da Poetry Lounge
(would you believe)
which me and my New Zealand ass
are going to get along to.
And when I say get along to
I mean drive to in my fancy Ford Mustang
(it was all the rental car people had left)
and aside from freaking out about driving
on the other side of the road
for the first time
Or I should say, I’m cool in it.
If you know what I mean.
and then there’s me and the Mustang, like this …