“The sun sets unevenly and the people
go to bed.
The night has a thousand eyes.
The clouds are low, overhead.
Every night it is a little bit
more difficult, a little
harder. My mind
to me a mangle is.”
— Robert Creeley (Chasing the Bird)
I’m sitting in a coffee shop
reading a book of Beat poetry, looking
to see the answers to questions
I’ve yet to ask myself.
Where’d I put them?
The Mind of Jarrett 