From the other side of the world the country the city the street the room the far corner of my mind. when was the last time I drew a breath, capsized, trusted in my marksmanship. toed a line that colored outside my time zone? while the restauranteur—gamely offers menus & shakes hands on our exit—while I grab the waiters hand—the janitor’s un-proffered mitt—calloused—his hands my heart—too many angles repeated every sunset—the repetition of mechanical sounds—also my orders to my self: “go down—sign up—sign in—before you sign off”—bad writing a succession of cheap shots at myself and the same old stories again & the same old fifteen-minute relationship—mean time on the screen—the paper—the airwaves—phone signals trumpet disaster—division—and we can’t escape—caught in the cycle of victimization & torture & limited spectrum culture—“round up the usual bums”—and age is not a number but a series of days stuck—paralyzed—by our own attitudes—and aches & pains—coming on from offstage—on in the bar, wafting in over the baffles—the dividers & predictable “find the exit” pleas.
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