It's not that I want to say that poetry is disconnected from having something to say; it's just that everything I want to say eludes me. But if I caught it I wouldn't want it and you wouldn't want it either. Maybe poetry is what happens on the bus between wanting and having. I used to think it was what happened on the bus between oakland and berkeley. And it was, too, like violet texas in people voices, all kinda subtle transmission broke off by stops and bells, repercussive