THE MAN WHO MINDED CLIFFS
I was haunted; by everything. Those
with whom I had to deal, they too were
haunted but by other things. Unfocused,
at best, ran the lights of my life. You've
probably heard of things like 'willy-nilly,
an idea of something I guess meaning
random? Just running off to do what one
feels. Maybe that was it after all.
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At the train station, not much is going on.
Everyone - and I mean that - has a phone.
Staring into another sort of abyss. No one
has a briefcase any more. Business people,
like you used to see, trudging along with
their 'attache' cases. In the same vein. no
one dresses like that anymore - as they
used to, those business types. The leather
shoes are gone; replaced by childish,
but accepted, sneakers now.
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It's just an outlook too, somehow, that's
different : infantile appropriation, Asian
bears and bunnies. I could never deal with
that : phones, or sneakers either. They look
like club-foot alterns out on a rehab run.
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