#20.03.2015

I emptied my wallet for a poet fresh pink bill from hand to hand that holds flowing ink from pen     for authentic words the poet’s father is, too, a poet a magnificent scholar who     can read Chinese poetry     and write French verse who knew Borges and Ginsberg     and has created crazy people like this son-poet whom I’m conversing with whose songs of truth I’m holding          tentatively we are conjuring dialog     releasing poetry into the yellow air