Albert K. Ashes-Bury Sitting in Eat-A-Pitta Listening to Rupert Holmes ‘Escape (The Pina Colada Song)’

I will cry anywhere during anything because it just hits sometimes, the beauty
of feeling—the pureness of the music—
its volume—the volume—it being especially loud in here but it isn’t
that—it isn’t that—it’s that I can feel it and feel it and feel
more and more and more all the time, this being what this is, whatever
this all is now. And I forgive everything. And it is unpoetable

how the rising and shivering and crying comes and I am here—
I am so here—not comprehending the rest of this thing that is left
to go as I am so here, and so many others will be now
too, and that is poetable, as all is forgiven, as I love everything and you are getting here.

I cannot tell you how loud the volume can go:
it is like moving into another existence—another plane;
it is like being born and absurd and simple and it is just a rise
and a shiver and a cry as a rush like that—like this—even in Eat-A-Pitta

to Rupert Holmes. And ‘It Wasn’t Me’

by Shaggy coming in wasn’t expected
or necessarily appropriate either. Life can be funny and absurd
and simple and so loud at times. I forgive you.

---