the world is shrinking and i am able to make connections outside of my subculture.

from now on cities will be built on one side of the street

so that soothsayers will have wilderness to wander

and lovers space enough to contemplate a kiss.

 

This is a revisionist’s draft of history.  This is a state of mind that refutes all states but its own.

 

your sidewalks scuff your wingtips

your angels fly through barrels…monkeys laugh at them