Thursday, May 03, 2007

The city is overtaken by a soothing notion. It falls,

The city is overtaken by a soothing notion. It falls,
like you, into dreams through which he wanders

among austere columns supporting highways high
above him; concrete & steel temples in which he alone worships

at this hour. In the silence he believes he hears
the gentle tones of your voice. Then again

as he watches a car's red lights vanish into the distance
a moment before he turns the key.

His bag slips into an indifferent bundle in the dark
and with his hand poised over the electric switch
everything becomes clear.

I won't continue to lie

In the dark the ticking
of a clock on the wall is amplified
by each successive second.

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