for Joe Augustin
“So what will you increase?”
We talk about theory over coffee,
one bard to another, poetry with ease,…
we increase poetry.
After laughter, spoiling a pure-white sheet with ink,
you made me think about originality
no matter of letters we think
will be the first theme, someone might think.
There was silence for the passing
sentence after sentence
we bury–a whale of silence amassing.
Consternation one tongue befuddles,
“We can aim to be different.”
And the lunch table dispenses.
But Joe, it’s still the same;
now I know.
March 30, 2015