Friday, January 05, 2007
from my series,
Octagon : Questions
oh for steaming tea, red-amber, leaves adrift--what more to say? we each add our
teaspoons of sweet to cut and still it brews thick and bitter, a foregone knowledge.
your pashmina smile, patterns of striving. who reads these signs--how the rich
facilities are all electronically monitored. why need for more security? we
regularly walk our premises, keep others out, rattle our talk, threateningly.
drive guilt off honking, admire the precision of neon golf-balls, look ahead to
court rooms, hangings. daydream greed, feeling a smooth metal cool (as wetness even
when bleached-bone-dry) of each chain-link on each unit, consider selling some easy.