fifty-fourth avenue parading by

you know you know you know
primates to robots,
what do you know?
summer has to come

 

that male's profile does not over joy me

it is clear 
leaving and being left:
i remember
in love condensation
on this late winter night
but what do i do?

funny
the scheme of things

robotic thoughts 

set to strip malls bowling alleys and stoplights

primate feelings

set to centuries of the primitive wild

we leave it and let it leave us

the audiotape goes to scratch
it's the way the conversation goes

let it pass

all the trees are dead

what to look at in wonder without thought? 


scribbling in the backseat of a car,
all you can say about that one
is silent in the subliminal design
on a white truck
of a popular postal service company

there is no wonder