Sort of a Sage



Andy Warhol

got it

sideways

when he said,

“In the future,

everyone

will be famous

for fifteen minutes.”

Well, the future

is here

and it turns out

everyone

is famous

for fifteen people,

duration

to be

determined




 

3:15 a.m.


It should be the big things but it isn’t.


Crossing a flood to say goodbye


or your hand on a withered body


when everything is gone.


It should be these things


and others like them.


Betrayal.


Horrible outcomes from horrible luck.


Love that never happened.


It should be something like that.


But it is only the empty night


with morning swinging toward you like a fist.


The commonplace horrors are still horrors.


These things are the things that gut you,


fast and slow.


I can see it in your eyes.


I imagine you can see it in mine.