after work poetry, 2006, 1

this crazy, old building
that i'm living in
currently. I
just got a call - come take
some shots - as in photos not
guns or liquor. took water. oh,
that and my mind. and my camera.
my camera with me - seeming offic-
ial - eel oxen-free, or some such
midnight type thing. my monitor
really is flickering, about to
go out perhaps. no more
lugging it about!
and i just got
a call (as i
was saying)
to take pics
of Paul Fields
and Sons jamming
at a bar around the
corner. (they keep pop-
ping up around here,
new ones all the
time - twenty-
seven or some
such at the
height of
the influx,
i guess i heard,
but anyway, i went
and shot some pics. and
walked through the people,
knowing they were looking,
knowing they were wondering
and i was okay - did some
audio too - a spooky
after midnight view
of small town america -
decent music and i prob
missed most of it and
i'm so very tired.
a good tired,
tho, if such
a thing truly
exists.

what such a thing?
such a thing as this.