Odes of Jade

her words,
her words,
her words,

make me feel
that I should be:

Vesuvio's, smoke
- long vanished –
still filling room,

gallon bottles of
plain
    red
           wine
still passed;

the mc (before mc's were “mc's”)
appears
on the stage...
"Jade Pandora, Jade Pandora

... next up Gary Snyder..."
some young guy
struggles through the room...
of hands of snapping fingers,

and I
in the corner,
hissing out,
"yes, yes, yes..."