how I honor you (notes from a conversation with Patti Smith)*

~for Cné~

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honor,
honor on my mind
(ran into Patti Smith last night at the Standard Hotel
in the Meatpacking District)

told her honor, 
honor,
on my mind

she said that’s
why I like you
city poet

”you, are a free range thinker,”

when you get stuck on a bubble gum word
on the sole of your shoe,
you one sticky stuck poet,
can’t let be freed~released till you get the

curve of the word,
curve of the world,
you stumble where gods get lost.  
where the divisions of the subconscious thread together,
and you got to peel the onion all the way back, while
you cry

here is what I think about honor:

there is so much added glut
in this world,
honor the reader
never write a word that
wastes a minute of their time!”*

you wrote you have only poem in you wright,
and you writ it to right the world,
thrice, and over and over in disguises.
and sometimes, I hear, even with
spaghetti sauce