I would like to gratefully acknowledge Henry Rollins for not kicking me off his stage in Johnson City, N.Y. last August. Most recently, i "kerplunked" this very same beloved Konica Fs-1 into my dog's water dish. I'm not sure who was more surprised--my dog, myself, or the camera, which neither forgave or survived my attempts at rescue. I am currently I/S/O a Konica Ft-1, attributing this pathetic feat to a ridiculous schedule in a world where sleep is an elusive concept (hooray for caffeine, determination, and poetry!). I am also mourning the loss of punkrockguitaristpoetpal Pat Covert, grateful to "ebay" for the multitudes of KITARO cd's that get me through times of loss and sleep deprivation. It's all life, it's all good, and therefore beautiful....

POEMS

• Buddies
• For Pat Covert, On Not Making It To The Gig
• On Spending Sixty Dollars I Didn't Have On Rollins Band Tickets