I'VE BEEN TAUGHT
A LOT OF THINGS
There's a fissure on this table, like a seam
in a great plain of land, where things are
falling in. Getting swallowed up by some
bum's-rush of disappearance and loss. I
know I really screwed this one up, and a
big part of me has just fallen away.
Heart-hurt and sick at heart too.
Today I was watching a Homeland Security
guy - they have them everywhere in the
places I go. Insipid little bastard types,
with automatic weapons and camo-clothing.
Even so, I see them, whatever. It's more the
invisible things I like - lie a spirit of love
and an elegance of being - but, no matter.
I'm watching these men. Their incessant
chatter, the small talk of watching nothing at
all. A hundred people and more a minute
pass them by. Without ceasing, all they ignore.
The one guard, for at least ten minutes, never
lifted his face from the screen of his phone.
Was that some terror guy who just passed by,
or was I just there alone? He'll never tell me;
he's on his phone.