6300. I CAN SEE BY NOW

I CAN SEE BY NOW

The world is a misnomer, an illusion, a parade

that does not exist. If I live this far backwards 

within a place of mind, how long then do I

wish to live.? Outside of time, I stand in rubble:

17th Street brings me back, Gerardo's loft, the

old art stairs, the girl with the green eyes, 

the kid who wouldn't leave.

-

That kid was me : paintbrush bound and roped

in colors. The rooftop sensationa at the top of

8th Street, looking downtown as if some

Parisian arrondissement had my name. Place

by place, everything beckoned the kid who

wouldn't leave. That kid I was, stayed.

-

Now  -  at the juncture of Forever and Now,

I twirl a bit just to see back  -  quickly. I

note that my railings have all lost their

mountings, the screws have been torn from

the walls, and the bounding stairs, the

bounding stairs, down them I'm falling.