08/06/14

I wanted to write a poem,    but I didn’t have a poem Instead I wrote a letter    to a woman named Mary,    not the one you think,    the mother of god Then I drank a Vicious IPA My wife cleaned her car    after months of neglect,    and I painted the mantel    an evergreen color When I finished, I touched    up the fluff of a pigeon Coleridge came to tell me    in a vision in a dream