Thursday, April 07, 2005

John:6!

Lower Brattle, One AM

They built another story across the walk so

the moon carries up an hour later

on Professor Jodoin's terrarium, with the one

brick wall, where he's been flipping through

THE WINTER'S TALE since seven, drinking

Avila and mostly staring at that space

where they've been talking about a picture ...

THE SOPRANOS quiet for two hours,

the bedroom dark. The old shots won't do.

But if you could take a picture of the future,

like some shrine, the Virgin Mary with tomorrow's

newspaper. DREAMS ARE TOYS

YET FOR THIS ONCE, YEA, SUPERSTITIOUSLY,

I WILL BE SQUAR'D BY THIS. He runs

his hand along the bricks, chips a knuckle full

as I stagger past on my distracted run,

and the third cab tonight flies by toward Boston.

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