these reasons
“There was one chance left. If he could see, through his shroud, that she was still there, at her post, waiting for him. And if, in his turn, he thought he should display a last act of kindness, and signal to her. One chance that he should remember that time was passing while she was waiting uncomfortably, on this balcony, where perhaps she would stay until dawn. One chance that, because of her, he should step for a short instant out of the artlessness of despair, that he should remember certain general principles of human behavior, of war, of flight, of hatred. That he should remember the pale red dawn moving over his land; the ordinary reasons for living, in the long run, until the end, even when these reasons have disappeared.”
10:30 on a Summer Night
– Marguerite Duras
getting used to(o)
safety and stillness:
seventyfive years and another analog dream.
dont we know?
this daredevil darkened room, or
standing on curbside tabletop barstools:
the end isnt near.
well-fed desires period -> (.)
got it?
thatthat fence Is a threat and no one can tell us not to climb or crawl under
anything
its Already Happening [exclamation point] i hear you, and cant reply. NOw!
againnow,Insert:
“i’m a beat-poet anthology, doo doot doo doot backslash fuckyoui
wantto be everything!” after ‘hat?’ below
&like another godhead,
or
a vague simile broken and overused,
clunk clunk, pause … wait a minute, what?
bring me thatcaution tape, you brute. theres st
ill more to forget and our heirl
ooms cant take all this backandforth – so there
s the skinny(againwiththesereference
s) on that one, and it takes one to
know one, hardy har/smiley face
imeant cockroaches in hostels, yes’now we’re cooking,
this [postapologetic]kaleidoscope of basement billiards and
everyboyz baited belligerence. so many do-overs.
so many do-overs.
-
ah.a purpose becoming clear with the passing of each phrase-
im getting there, we repeat in unison.
we’re always hiding among[st] lay-overs
[&secretexlovers]
and staring at time tables. Insert: “where are[n't] we going; ?” after ‘am.’ above
so what does that leave? always the inquisition,
for certain_notnotnothing. sometimes:
i feel only the spaces in the space between us_
then to myself: if its only space, how tough can it really be:
thats a question.
what do i think this is, timetraveling? yeS.
slow down for some brief thought abt keys to an apartment, everyone.
- ready now, moving on.
thenan ellipsis, elephant ears and ergonomics.
the year is for record books, but
its written that way in every pamphlet and paragraph, paralyze me!
and thats an answer
infinite f word
the time is:
yet,fortune;
. . .
straP this on and tell your story[ies]
like the timid tearjerking fall leaves
and inkstains, yay(?)
we’re stacking up boxes
and
packed dreamsin foxholes,
here.
leanEd:in:against downtowns
and
traffiked|blocked views,
lets learn to fly.
(had enough yet? me too.)
. . .
seen it
sPelled out in freedoms and how many
last-
second chances do we have
theres that scavenged red scrabble sack toss twentysomething out now
i’m burning bar stools tomorrow with afire and familiar’s favorite frosting,
. . .
rePlace the starter, make sense:?:
that crafty careless caress, parking{a}lot in somE stranger’s forgiveness
how laRge an arc we’ve found this time and the end just keeps slipping off the
page
this jewelry is our tombstone
foroneandall
we’re all pretty sure this was the dream last night are you the ticky tick clock or inflatable pool i think lets vote for open fields and motorcycle engines warm beer and another other groundhog day
who knew abt missed sunsets and phone calls; this jewelry is our tombstone/?
no erasable ink just crossed out words and the blanks i didnt fill
now its all butterflies and test flights whisker baskets and dead mice, nice.