We present this work in honor of the 10th anniversary of the poet’s death.
I hope I can resist. It’s a stupid idea.
What I was thinking was,
I could buy an estate in the Florida Keys,
mix with the Hemingway look-alikes.
I’d have to grow my beard longer.
Too bad I’m a little short of cash.
I suppose I could rent a house
somewhere on the Mexican coast.
They say the prices are right,
if you don’t mind the drug wars.
I can say please in Spanish, Por favor.
Too bad my stomach can’t take jalapenos.
I suppose I could borrow a tent
from one of my camping friends.
A summer on Lake Athabasca.
Not too close to the tar sands.
Commune with nature. Poach a moose.
Too bad I’m afraid of guns.
Well, finally, I suppose I could just stay put
where I am, drink coffee, rewrite this poem.
What a stupid idea. I hope I can resist.