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Naked half truths
leave
feelings half hurt.

Half naked truths
leave
half feelings hurt.

times square

Sitting
Overlooking all the people down below.
Overlooking that he died
yesterday.
Over looking for now
because we can.

Green, yellow, red
green yellow red:
city metronomes;
while other lights
trickle
down,
cross buildings:
tell us what we want
what we need -

I think I need pizza.
We turn a corner: more lights.
I think I need lobster.
I ____ I need cologne -
a lot of cologne.

Footsteps are heard as one,
together with the lives of
legs to which they belong.

Faces swirl, multiplied,
doubled by store windows
smeared together:
One after another one after another one after one after another.

I want to sit down.
I want us to sit down.
You, and me, and him
and them and her and he
and she and
all of us together,
So that all of it will


Stop swirling, smearing, dripping,
green, yellow, red
red, yellow, green
walk, yield,
yell (cry) honk

No one hears (the sound) as it
trickles
down
amidst swirling, swearing, smearing
spinning, spinning, swirling, smearing

until it makes you sick
makes you want to sit down
catch your breath
close your eyes
(cry).

It doesn't stop.

So you yell,
and I spin.

Yell and spin and swirl and cry and swear and smear and honk and
Yell spin swirl cry swear smear honk
Yellspinswirlcryswearsmearhonk
Yellspinswirlswearsmearhonk

Until it doesn’t matter what gets lost
between yelling and honking
and you aren't sick anymore
and you never sit down
and you're looking around,

looking over the people on the ground
looking over that he died
just yesterday.

director's cut

Fade from black to 5:45 a.m.
Camera and action before the lights.
Caught in the frame a hand moves to
Snooze. Cut to 7:00 a.m.

Reflection caught in a bathroom mirror
And images of brushing teeth and bed head hair
And all that stuff that happens in Scene 1.
Then comes walking into the shot that waits
As he goes to class. Play something happy here.

Studiously taking notes in class
Of the girl across the room of course.
What else would this be about?
Make her beautiful. Aren’t they all?
He singles this one out.

We see her through his eyes
Or over his shoulder so we know he watches too.
She catches his gaze. Love at first sight.
How extraordinary, like the professor’s
Interruption of his dancing daylight dream.

Dancing daylight dreams and love at first sight:
How poetic.
Isn’t it all?
It’s supposed to be, remember.
Cut to afternoon.

Lots of action in the background now.
Frisbees and studying underneath springtime leaves
and diegetic sound from someone’s own CD.
He walks down a path. Alone.
We want empathy… and hope.

That’s good for today.

the songs that lead to nowhere

I stand somewhere so familiar,
But my only desire is to drift,
Is to drift to the unknown.
I play something so familiar
Hoping, wishing to escape this all…

Now organic tones emerge
From things synthetic born,
But gracefully transformed
Into something mystifying
And only comprehensible
When thoughts are left alone.
Tones like shooting stars appear
And fade as quickly as they came,
But leave memories as strong.

I used to be somewhere I knew…

Rhythmic beats forge patterns
Somewhere deep within my mind:
Take me somewhere new.
Rhythms break away to frantic splendor
Of more strings – dark and bright.
I lose _______ in this.
Immersed in soft cascading lines:
Like waterfalls descending,
Created by steel strings;
And tickled keys lead verses
Trickling somewhere new.
Far away from there…

To a place where here is nowhere to be found…