Societies of superfluity
require doses of the end
of the world
There are no stories…only situations
It was Wednesday morning
we were exploring
a poetry of a dancer to dance a haircut
*****
It is said one is either
poet or assassin
and I myself have grown
conspiratorial amongst the contradictions
being both
Bryant Park 3:29 PM
People keep trying to walk
through me, old
people, pretty people, people
without noses carrying
dogs in a sheath
*****
In Japan god
stands on an artichoke
but here in America
I take the PATH train and the rocks
at Journal Square look exactly like Disneyland
rocks and the first
store you see boasts
99¢ DREAMS
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