tuesday, october 20
i'm willing to accede to a certain amount of
mysticism in the question of place
all around us the questions of what is extant,
what is happening, and what might yet happen
meet the limits of what is knowable
it's a near enough horizon, all
shadows framed out in elisions and lensflare
until we're all half blind without knowing it
lost in some foreign capital in the pouring rain
waiting for a phone line to be clear,
feeding coins into the machine while
we avoid eye contact with the hookers
or the cop
on the corner