 ride the bus see a million stories forget them all mocking eyes sneering lips terrifying teeth hey you don't like it why you take so long? they punch each other they kick each other they laugh at each other lincoln towncar dark and silent surrounded by mcdonalds doggie bags two hundred people pass the bag lady walking one block behind dark glasses checking out the women dreamer or killer? shine of bottles behind a bar like no other light clutching hand from a blanket in a doorway cigarettes better than words now only words death is real it is chasing me through the streets |
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
the unexplainable man: toward midnight
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death is real
i'm chasing it
through the streets
I am struck by both this midnight man and the lion tamer in terms of how sharp and attentive is your eye on mundane aches and joys,twists and turns.... this is a part of your poetizing that I find so moving.
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