some talk about philosophy, like time and cigarettes
and it is a harmonica (or a recording of one) not a truck
it is an opportunity, then, a distinction or it is
perfect weather today (you can say that always
but today it really is) and falling or reaching
(the same thing) at hand
in another country, you turned the other way
so my footsteps follow you, my vague fear amplifies
a vague having forgotten, was this what you dreamed?
a story requires more than one person or
an event
the first time I stayed up all night was just to see if I could
I had planned it that way, a shiver
that determines amplitude (you have become
so becoming)
[this is not done]
the bus arrives, departs, someone is still
standing still
plainly, I enjoy my deficiencies
various
this saddled lack, riddled still
with significant array
today it’s both warmer and colder here
than there (where you may be)
[this is still not done]
this
grey day, point blank
the supermarket is out of whack, out of line
the villains continue to be villainous (surprise!)
there is little solace in this having done
