Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Friday, November 23, 2012

for williams---

the slow din-drawl
of the establishment
thrum of coffee voice
trucks pass in a dull roar.
     tan table, black pen
writing for williams
-on purpose.
     How far do i get?
  the busboys,
 smell of restaurants
and gas
and the fall-laced park.

You come
to the public
for this background noise
against the dancing glimpse of
furrowed brows
and somewhat familiars
a sight
of the awakening ordinary.

turquoise wall
turquoise ring
bricks, mortar,
small, real
bathed in a callous-boned caring.
the asphodel
out of the last lawn left in the city.
the stone entrance to the park of varied tall trees i do not know the names of,
cars prancing on the knife edge.

Suddenly we have attained ubiquity
-sister outsider
watch these musings
travel from afar
see where we end

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