Matters. Whatever flares up in o...

Matters.

Whatever flares up in our mental precincts
a picture of by what mode we were a photo booth I.D.
so what if I cried at '80 Big Hair Night
that was me adrift in the ensuing brouhaha
twenty years later I got a knack for glowy
for bits of stardust it's what we came here for
this straining after squandered light I admit
I got a little hammy a little foreign sounding
as my kinsman Sgt Bilko still how was I to know
simple longing or one kind of human grief
like in a shipwreck