WHY DO I HAVE TWO?
And why do I have to anyway:
Promise me to stand here while I
go. I'll be right back. Don't leave.
Here the wedgeling makes the
sidewalk glow. There are bits of
glass embedded in the roadway.
See how everything shines.
I haven't exactly come here for
nothing. I want to take you away.
With. Me. A saddle-sore triumverate
of going : coming : returning.
'You certainly talk like a poet. Well,
maybe, or like a really funny man.
Not that there's a difference between
the two. Or should be anyway.'
Anyway, as it was, that was all I heard.