Don’t call it come back

So a like, six weeks ago this guy I haven’t seen or spoken to in years calls me up. Seems this week is the 10th anniversary of the the fire that destroyed the Wabash Triangle Cafe, the first place I ever performed poetry. He was trying to put a reunion together of the old Wabash crowd and asked if I would come. I said, sure. I don’t hear from him again nor do i hear about it from anyone else. Last night I call him to find out if it’s still on. Not only is it still on but he’s expecting me to perform. I haven’t written a poem in years and I’ve only been on stage twice in the four and a half years since Robyn died and I went into semi-retirement. Anyway, I’ve got two days to put something together, perform at the reunion and then hop a flight to SF the next morning…
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10 Comments

  1. I have no doubt that it will be sensational regardless of the short notice. Just because that’s the nature of true genius.
    And I’m not just saying that because I miss having the hottest stalker ever. 😉

  2. oooooooooh…
    Where and when will this reunion be? I cannot think of a better way to spend a weekend..
    BTW – you’ll be awesome – when in doubt, take your clothes off – that was my favorite.

  3. Wow. That’s just odd. The first place you performed poetry was the last place I did before leaving St. Louis in January of ’94. It’s also the place O’Brien told me he’d wanted to fuck me since the first time he met me. Strange the things I remember from back then, when there are so many things I don’t.

  4. One and the same. One time good friend of mine, and, shockingly, still remembered exactly who I was when I saw him at Shanti 8 years later.

  5. I haven’t talked to him in a couple of years. But then, I’ve been a complete recluse since around… oh… the day I moved back here. But yeah, small world. Seeing some of the pictures you have posted, I’m looking at a few of the faces and thinking they look familiar. Maybe from my days at the Kirkwood MoKaBe’s. Short-lived time period, but it was a lot of fun back then.

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