I am tired now. I have been here all day.
Outside my window the patina
coating the parapet of Lord & Taylor.
The store is going down, like a colossal ship
sinking in the roiled seas of commerce.
Oh the structure will stand, but some new spirit
Will soon arrive to infest it.That is my concern, to snatch these fireflies
That visit my daylight hours. Phosphorescent
Flashes of life prompt me to write you now,
Whoever you are, to let you know
I am a living breathing thing and was able
To pick up my meds at a nearby Duane Reade
After sitting briefly in the hurting sun in Bryant Park.
There I had angry thoughts about my emasculating
Boss and further thoughts about the nature of judgment
And how it can rule me still.I am to meet a new friend tonight.
It is possible he wants me to save him.
But from what? The love that he is blocked
From offering? At some point I will eat,
But I do not concern myself with when.
Thereafter my plan is to sit in the dark
And watch an old movie.
Anatomy of a Murder is my current choice.July 2006
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