that’s my problem
all my lyrical memoirs 
are too

embarrassing now
cause no one believes such
an old poet ever

hitchhiked alone in the Keys
spent a night on
a shrimp boat storm crashing so

hard I thought we’d split
apart and sink
no one would beleive about Crazy

Louie from Saint Lewis with his
dusty boots on my dashboard all
the way to Phoenix and

what about Naked Melvin and the 
spear fishers, Sideways Walking
Mary who’s dead now and

what about all those
“Moon-Barkers” why are they mostly
dead now too

I never liked
them  anyway  could I be that