we started at seven and it was our seventh gathering.

paul and sailbuck and zak and jaya — oh here comes jeff - without any written material but he brought the most important thing - dirty laundry bb! ok maybe thats kind of redundant for a meeting at a laundramat. so yeah i’m still waking up and i want to write a little bit, and then i’ve got an online seminar to log in to. right so -

first were poems going around a room - one book of a compilation of san francisco related poets and poems - although one of my faves from that book is about two swans who leave a mirror in nyc.

gurgle gurgle - i’m trying to make too much sense. Jaya read from his journal and jaya has a way of sometimes reading things casually and i asked him to read this ending line again and it was amazing and i’m definitely stealing the word “denature”. paul read from a poem he’s working on that was just beginning to raise its head. zak read something he had just just written - i dont know why that impresses me so much - poems don’t go stale and frequently get better with age. i tried to get jeff to read this poem he had read on my boat but it was a no go, as was the woman who visited for a short time but promised to come back w. some of her own work.

and who is that coming through the door? not jacques - but shadow poet - w. guitar - asking “where is jacques?”. where indeed? but shadow did grace us w. guitar playing and spoken word and i’m going to repeat what i said another time - his words are *burnished* - polished to the point where the gleam of them has a life of their own. or something i haven’t woken up and the chroniclers of these types of events are usually the most mundane. but i regress!

what.. what is that i see? is it a long red coat and panama hat?? ladies and gentlemen its true - Arthur - impressario and inspire-rer of poets - strolling on in. all of the poets then asked themselves - why have i already read my best work???? its like you’ve just played all your best songs - and THEN the a&r man walks into the club.

by now it was jaya shadow zak and sailbuck going around, the others were passed out from verbal stunners.

the management of D. L. would like apologize to the good people - all 2 of them - who were in the laundromat and had to listen to sailbucks rant thinly disguised as verse.

the party drifted outside. sausalito’s finest showed up then to help sort - but not fold!

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