a foolish poem

The foolish & constant forgetting of endings—


“paintings are almost like breathing organisms—“
says Frank Kossa, “they respond to everything around them”
in my 11:00 handwriting—
Sometimes I think I should just live with women

is Annie Hall, interrupting,
from the VCR we found in an alley
one night
after a sandwich and beer
at the bar,

Now a lifetime ago it seems-- A bowler hat
I saw once through a window & the glass strewn across the linoleum—
the hands my hands have emptied into & the cat
once again & already half asleep.