The Desert Revisited Part II
The guitarist asked me if
I know about things (THINGS)
I told him I used to
But not anymore and
Certainly not here…
Some other guy came up
And asked if I was a journalist
I guess, because I was writing
I told him no, I write poetry
He came back later and told me
That he is a journalist
And could interview me
But would need to read my poems
To this day, I’m not sure why
But I told him
Untruthfully
That my writing was not for
Public consumption
And he nodded and left
Reluctantly?
August 2008 Derek Wilson