Poem #2,827 | Millennium

I walked with Peter Gabriel
one night in ’99 – outside 3
Mills Studio – after a dance
of New Year lies [my stage
management of screen act
by contract before we met]
& I inquired as to what was
in that strained carrier bag
he let swing against his leg
with each step – My life – A
curt Millennium-mare reply
that many made before ’00
& that white tent shit-show