today
the end of the day
report on today
I’m still alive
I’ll say that
this evening D.
came over with a friend
and we went out
and walked for what seemed
miles and miles
into the heart of downtown
Alexandria
where it is quaint
gawking at the houses
the pier was closed and
couples walked, dark and quiet
ducks perched, sleeping on the ice
water’s edge
why didn’t they fly south, he asked
I guess they like it
they’ve adapted
try not to talk about your day
your frustrations
I brought up the past
remember when we did this…
freestyle walking and
went to that lame cafe
with too much sun coming
in the window and the flies
no chess board for the patrons
no games, no cards, just the change
put on top of the bills and the whole thing
handed to you – the worst way
(cashiers, hand change and bills seperately)
a man is lonely when he tries to be a pimp across the united states, needs a woman he can actually talk to. where’s that balance in you? baby girl waving to us in her mother’s arms on their way off the train. I wave back shy, because I’m conditioned not to interact with people. you read, you read anything, newspapers, instruction manuals, magazines, napkins and coupons, to pass the time looking down. I wanna bust the ceiling and get out of this place.
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