3.1

He
didn't really open and peek into the present
for a microphone
or see an audience of stealthy assassins with killer pens
plastered right before the wall made corners
and spit out their homes
under a flickering light bulb

but I,
wrote in a notebook, while standing,
in the middle of a sidewalk,
next to a homeless man
looking as sane
as he

from your perspective
in second person

Tuesday, August 11, 2009