This life was lived in a natural way,
waves and ripples, flowers and dawn.
It was all against me anyhow, no matter
what, no matter why. I left it behind
me, glancing. Not even worth the
look back. I wish someone would
come back with another bomb.
Do me no danger, do me
The stadium we wrote about, while
covering all those sports and races,
it became tedious, yes. And all those
places. Everything was a test. I can
sit here now, with the danger, amidst
a battery of silence. Nothing to say,
and yet no way to say it.