Sunday, January 24, 2016


It’s nice it’s dark
the music is selected
by the memory and hunger
of fidgety hands
the ice is smooth middle of the road
outside there is a junction, medium busy
and when you’ve stayed too late
the air is freshest
there is no social code exactly
but you will be ok
not Cheers, not Cha Cha
not about coffee (I’d like to drink my coffee at home)
not about dinner (I’d like to have eaten already)
but lots of excuses to stay
including coffee, including dinner
there are booths there are windows
there are people you know people you don’t
a song comes on that aerates
the diagonal cave
between your sternum and heart
you look around for the culprit
and the culprit is the sum
another universe
at last

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