After the Syracuse reading, Jane and crew run a workshop. We were unable to attend (got home at 4AM) but I did take on the challenge…

Challenge: First word of first line “Glass”
Last word of poem “Marshmallow”

Syracuse to Worcester, May 21-22, 2006

1.
Glass Head Tony one hour from Syracuse — half-full, half-empty? I lean forward and back and the contents
slop all over the car. Damn near empty now, and four hours to go.

2.
Sunspots or the mountains keep breaking the satellite’s warm hold on the radio, so I’ve got fragments of Satriani and Shankar all over the car now, sloshing on the floor boards. What will happen when I draw it all back up tomorrow in full daylight?

3.
“You stoned, son?” “Nah, officer-sister, I’m just wet with a road buzz and I’m two miles from home with a car full of sleep and unloved music. Cut me a break, let me get there, and I promise I’ll never drive happy again.”

4.
The sides of the dry glass on my head reflects the best thing ever I could see now as it starts to dawn outside — the pillow, that welcome marshmallow.

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