more poems of another

andrei coderescu writes:

first blue sky

first blue sky

in weeks
the maintenance man
scrapes the mud-encased
leaves with a rake
the long-haired owner
of the auto hulk
pumps glue into the innards
of his life-long subject

the students get ready
to register
they are hungover
they've been courting laura

everybody's doing
whatever they can
before it rains again


a geography of poets

a geography of poets

is all worng,ed
what poets now live
where they say they do
where they started out
where they want to

half the midweterners
did time in new york
the other half in california

only new yorkers write
as if they are from new york
and mostly they are not

the ones in california
were wounded elsewhere
when they feel better
or can't afford the rent
they'll go back where
they came from

this is america
you get hurt where you are born
you make poetry out of it
as far from home as you can get
you die somewhere in between

the only geography of poets
is greyhound
general motors rules them all
ubi patria ibi bene
or ibi bene ubi patria
bread out of nostalgia
not a lot of it either

some of us came from very far
maps don't help much

--andrei codrescu: Uncommonplace, An Anthology of Contemporary Louisiana Poets