Jeff Weddle

Sort of a Sage

Andy Warhol

got it


when he said,

“In the future,


will be famous

for fifteen minutes.”

Well, the future

is here

and it turns out


is famous

for fifteen people,


to be



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.


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.

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