no expense
what i finally said and did in the eight minutes left

at a red light

sitting in the office in the sitting in sitting in the office and on

talk becomes the glossy path to forgetting - just sayin’ - talk

then finding the workman out the window random on the street put away

then a dearth of flowers pointed toward the sky o we were talking

then about sad transits toward the city then the open field here now

boilers elevators guesses tiny numbers and small paper meetings

where nobody meets inside the sleeves of an argument of my name

turn it around and start speaking french and say it and say it

repetez! repetez, geezer! mummer of answers to the ending hours

this is the lasting hungry one the hand outthrust to mercy to birth


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