Surre thang

for Charles Olson, perhaps, who I think I may have known, maybe

i think i remember liking Charles Olson but
not as if we had been friends only that
dark inklers that make my pupils recognized
a brothered black in his curved angled lines
i can't remember a single word of his but
i think i remember liking Charles Olson, i
think he knew how to write like i do and
that is i don't and can't. or. couldn't. i think
that, maybe, and, perhaps, we are both boys
who stamp our letters in. we get reminded
then we write. we get reminded then we write.
maybe. Charles Olson once said to me, “
but that would be a lie. your name dropping.
our words are so thin that they slip through
slots in our slack pockets and collect in our socks