HERETOFORE UGLY
If there is no past does that mean it's
all before us, as a future? But if there
is no future, what happens to the past?
I am standing at the Chinatown Gates,
in Philadelphia. It's crowded and
cramped, as all Chinatowns are. I
wonder how that comes to be?
Like seeks only like, perhaps?
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We cannot mark down new concepts
when the old ones still protrude.
The entire play before us must be
swept away. For us?
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Here I am, with time on my hands.
I am thinking of driving south,
straight down to Savannah. The
last time I was there great things
were happening inside me. Now?
No, it's all like an old, damp, roll,
uneaten at dinner and left behind.
I've got to head somewhere else,
to see what I can find.
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