Wednesday, August 25, 2004
kid
irreverence beyond
camera eye
repair: that's all
there is
to it. whatever.
it is.
your....own your
eye....smirkishness/
of
///slap////
yeah that,
too. O slap
happy
& ekphrasms the
music
goes with everything.
or//////
numbers are infinite
&
should. street.
lights
& books: thoreau-
ly. authority of
of.
rochester: kodak park.
the factory of dads or dad's
?
is called. park.
not park-
ing-lot.
park: Kodak
Park. capital
letters
& chemicals
& a billboard
at Lake & Ridge: see?
not kodial. or kodiak.
or Kodack
but Kodak
an efficient
busstopsfull
of
of the shoes worn.
the daily
laces: round weave, black
chemical burns
he wears white
coats like doctors
& faces
in rain. kiosk
at Lake and Kheel.
stripper joint
of neon blinds
across Lake. go
don't look there, okay?
okay.
everyone waiting
for the bus. not any bus:
this is a book
says: "thorofare."
here one of. full of
diesel cloud & could,
in & out the rain.
& here you come tripping
on the curb.
falling. oh
well, now you've torn your stockings:
"run": ontological is many
years hence.
that is how each
bus face has its own one. someone.
trips. everyone is a
window
of diesel & could
have
been
me. blast of
bluff sound & rubber tire
skrid (no such word here at work no such word here
no such) almost to.
kiosk your finer
self at the Lake
Ave (pronounced Ah as in nasal "ant" plus
moving at the same time the lower
labial to the top dental for a tight vvvvvv
never give it away the exotic Aunt from Annanheim
said on the phone) as you later learned
similarly Kant said
of
the "crowd."
--cm.poem--
~~~~~~~~~~~~~copyright aug 04 chris murray o~o/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~
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