Accidentally last

my very best poem will be the last one
the one written in invisible ink
stuck between a row of dusty
Kadarka
bottles
& withered sunflowers
the one on some ragged
yellowed piece of paper
or the one written in wax
on Basquiat's art
facsimile
or w/ chalk
on my favorite sidewalk
for someone who likes to play
hop-scotch

the one that will only express
my breath's
vivid
holiness
the one accidentally found
by the new house's owners
who'll never know
a poet lived here
before...

the one that went
to the dustbin...

a poem to summarize
my anonymous
presence:
the disenchanted
final
doorslam
the 2 A.M. coughing
Cohen's old songs
& your reddening
curls

a poem scratched on asylum's
ceilings
w/ petrified
matchsticks:
a poem a lifetime long

the poem the straight jacket
hides...

the poem w/ one word only:
"holy, holy, holy..."