On the day of aspire if you pay attention to the cyanide car fumes and spitting body perspiration you run the risk of missing the seeing hunter. The court room is empty. The judge retired. The street cleaner is on strike. The keeper of bitter and the vision of what you want stamped a quandary, a way to make up fast or a way around the corner. Your shoes are scuffed not by you playing kick a life. You will hear the world is just as it was before you and so shall be after you. The shell of good news sings the same tune each time you press it against your ear. The past is unchangeable the future is unknowable and the present is the elixir you want to drink.
I was thinking I could be a hallucination
while climbing ladders
skipping the past into the future
but truly I tell you
if you look closely
I’m in your present