All right.
This next one's called "Poem Unanimous."
Believe it or not, it came about after losing
one of my favorite socks.
One half of my favorite pair of socks.
And at the end of the day, thank you [LAUGHS] for that incident.
I'm still looking for it, but it's left a poem in its place.
[CHUCKLES]
OK, "Poem Unanimous."
"Perhaps it's hiding beneath a bed somewhere in Montevideo,
or maybe it fled deep into a dark tunnel's clandestine suck,
equipped with closed circuit television, central heating
and air.
Who knows where it went is what I'm saying,
standing guard at Buckingham Palace, tall, black, furry hat,
you know the kind, mummed up for tourists,
imperialism personified, straight
as a Ticonderoga pencil.
Or maybe it's riding a Vespa against oncoming traffic
up Hollywood Boulevard, nursing a slight bender, saggy
paunch, and red faced.
If you hear from that damn navy blue
sock gone missing from my drawer, tell it I've moved on.
Bought an '81 Chrysler, went to the movies,
built a rocket ship out of Nestor's hydro supplies
and three gallons of glue.
Tell it I've opened a tortillería on Mount Everest's
summit point where we've assembled
a metropolis of beefy mariachis to usher
in the resurrection of large scale
resistance in the key of C.
Tell it I ate a map of the United States,
rolled it up, digested its entire settler colonial
history in one swallow, then excreted the whole shebang
in a single whiff, outer space into the fifth dimension
to enable us to move on, and begin again, though no,
don't never ever permitted to forget.
Who knows where it went, they'll say.
But of the darkness, some great light will ready its wings
and stretch wide in the very absence of the thing.
New beginnings, where our feet resemble warm, tender clocks.
New beginnings, where our feet are
loved beyond the grizzly foundation
that once promised to engulf them."