17.1.12

A number of glowing windows in the city at night


photo: zachary scott
[written anywhere from 2006-2008]


A number of glowing windows in the city at night

Stream down upon me as I circle the block

So many inscriptions to read, so much unfinished business

Hours may pass, every sequined star refracted upon glass

Oh how many times I looked up and wanted throw the rock that would crack the sky

Everything that passes I ask is that you?  The plus and the minus, the equilibrium