HOW YOU ARE ANOTHER
MATTER ENTIRELY
On 14th street, and then 21st street, you can
still catch a bus to Nowhere. That always
amazes me. With a Starbucks every thirty
feet you'd think, firstly, that no one would
ever be lost, and secondly, that no one
would ever wish to leave. Those city
folks keep their quirky ways and call
others to task for not doing so. I can
never figure out the pounding of good
leather shoes on a weak framework of
concrete like that - wherein everything
old is constantly getting gobbled up, yet
the stupid city tries to go on living on its
legacy and history, frightfully destroyed.
Were King Arthur to have built a new
castle every thirty days, would he still be
as revered? Here, we tear down our breath
before the breathing's even started.
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Old guys clomping off the bus with their
teeth barely intact. Lame women with
gauze on their feet trundling dirty plastic
bags filled with shoes to the butcher and
the baker - who have long ago closed
shop. Everything now is part of something
larger. Not a solitary inch to be had. Yet,
the busses keep coming, dipping their
handicapped fronts so the lame, or the
speedy, can get on or get off. Person to
person? Not really. All you are is
another matter entirely.
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