How could I start it this way.
On a train ride from here to elsewhere; to where I am unsure.
To where I am certain.
When should I call you you?
I don’t want to write this, I want to tell it.
I know you can’t see what it’s worth.
If you called me, I’d know.
Please answer.
Even if
it’s
you.
That night was filled with
standers-by, thus
A surge in city cars. Even then
I walked, well, tread, from those certain
City blocks.
I walked, well, tread, to my group
Of city blocks, despite the many
City cars,
Not to clear my head but mind.
I always am wont to notice
The change
-of- view:
The transition of blocks paved with concrete
To those laid with cobble stone.
The segue of scenes-
Of buildings glass and upward built,
to brownstone homes to parks
with grass.
And old blocks with aesthetic
old-school fringe, from the ones
with glass and tint.
And If there is a fussy
Line, what is your store about?
That’s not to say by 8 I’d make
It home, rather that by 8
I’ll make it home.
At last in my group of blocks!
Ill make it safely home from where
I tread. Up from where I headed,
Finally here, finally home.
Two lines that you follow,
Not single file like elementary
School;
Two lines not paths, for
There are many paths one
May follow and can cross.
Two lines where-within
structure meets premise
Meets subtext meets
clause meets
Purpose meets context meets.
Meets muse.
Two lines where-
Within everything met; in
between the
Lines, if you follow.
Plume to ink to sheet
Within two lines you follow.
There is a well I’ve
Known.
A deep grey space that
looks like day old clay
where to
sorrows fled.
I’m sad for sorrow’s sake.
It was deep and grey.
Dwell the well,
Where I fell heavily.
Damp, cold, deep grey
crevasse
Where I
Laughed.
I smiled, as
All the sadness died upward,
Up and Up.
All the way to well,
for sorrows sake.
Doctor
still man
Who took
Me in
Who said
I care
Or so
He
Did
n
‘t
.
Steadily walking along the
Storefronts
Of Bleecker Street
near Charles.
Steadily walking along
what came upon
Me on my night walk –
Not upon me, rather what I
happened upon;
A bar with a blunt name.
A waste truck pulled up.
After, a party of few
Came out to smoke
For outdoor chatter.
Stunted and
Sober the walker.
My foot lay flat
On the wall
By the bar that came
Upon my walk.
Not that came
upon my walk, rather
That I happened
Upon.
Like a mighty feat,
Running on the track
And field,
And a winning
Streak, almost like,
Where were the opponents
Kind of streak.
They all saw it,
And were overt with zeal.
They watched him from the sideline…
They shed tears of elation.
All pains and losses gone,
All and all overcome.
Those with whom you
Sat, and jotted down the where
And what have
You. Talked
About
The where,
What have you
In
Lobbies of buildings
That.
In rooms with walls
That talk, not if they could.
Where do we go now?
We(you).
Placate the fools
With disconcerinmemt.
Flattery goes a long a way
For the ones that
Looked the other way
When their leaves
Fell in Spring time (For when do
Leaves in the Spring Fall?)
And when we hear your
Clamour of
Thorny tree-branches
Wont in the cold,
I can only return the favor
With my spring time fall.
People that
You don’t know,
(I.e.) like
“I know you by this many degrees”
Kind of People.
That you met
In your trauma.
The people you met
Before you may have started
Falling from your synthetic
High;
From the smoke and the fire.
From whom your White flag
You.
With whom your White flag
You.
