5896. SEE I'LL HAVE NOTHING BY THEN

SEE I'LL HAVE 

NOTHING BY THEN

This is only a form of deliverance - 

I am sitting here once more in Washington

Square park, alone, and all around me the

angles are moving, with all their tie-dyed

hearts and motions. I am seeing people as

but forms. Nothing that is not alone sits

squarely on the pavement. I have not come

far for this  -  I have always wanted this;

an Oren's Daily Roast of my own too-dark

coffee. The cat is at the register and she is

fine with walking dogs. It will be like this

until we come home again.

-

There's a fragrance that smells like beauty,

and a fragrance that smells like Hell. ('How

do you know how to count to four? One. Two.

Three...'). The mother to the child speaks.

-

There's no chivalry like the time-hardened

process of pain.