Saturday, May 28, 2016


in point of fact,
i have changed my view.

from opaque scraps of information
i've extrapolated one 
translucent mural. so:

you fester
all of the time. so:

you weep and wail and
grind teeth
(fragile teeth)
all of the time.

all of the time.

all of the time
you troop
about town,
furious sight,
nothing new, nothing

day and night
night and day

incessant day
fluorescent night 

rain and sun 
and snow and lacerating sleet…

freakish overbearing night.

i've been changing.
(you've been changing, too.)

how splendid to see:
i can walk away from me.

let the rain fall.