December 2008
“He jumped Dive”
He looked like he was on the verge of death, but aren’t we all? “Once you are born you begin to die” ironically enough.
I saw him before, the incident looming above the street corner, atop a building in a vast sea of more buildings: a dolphin; grey poised, graceful.
He did not (seem to) scare.
He was leaning forward, teeter-tottering on the edge. Not the way ...
"in-betweens."
Nose-to-nose in the back of the freezer Eight to two in one office, from Three to nine in yours Coffee and cigarettes And the tap tap of my typewriter to pass by the remaining hours; stale ash in the fireplace stale stories on the wooden desk, splintered hands and makeshift beds and me and you. I wish I could cry, I want a Pair of moccasins and a new car and love and virtue tied...