Wednesday, May 25, 2005

draft werk 04

In New York
The odds are staggering
Unquestionable
It will happen
And it is all happening now
You can not stand in a place
That hasn't been charted
It is being charted now
But you can understand the strange likelihood
Through conversation
Eavesdrop
And innuendo

And the subway
Is the pendulum
Swinging in the pit
And in one fell swoop
The miscellaneous and the etcetera
Are collected and carried forth
Across the conglomeration of your mind
To the next Joe Boxcar
Who holds the yang
For which you do ying
And he is the beg
For which you do kiss

1 comment:

may*star said...

how are you lately?!
xoxo