Monday, August 15, 2016

The Dark Side of Town


 

 This is what Summer
looks like this year





It grows dark
it grows dark






Stealthily
a large construction
slips in










The street seethes
as stealthy






Empty suits
await the gladiators 
of the law





The deserted lobby
a necessary formality



 The piano rarely played





 BUZZ
I like to walk around
alone at night
with one






 Wearing ear-buds
exercises alone at night
in her own phantasmagoria
unaware of admirers







 Momentum mori






 Graffiti large
a nocturnal pleasure





 From there ye came etc.




 Out for a walk
at night
consciousness is a cut-up




Palimpsest




 Mosaic







 If you know the pass code



 You may enter 
the radioactive
housing mart






 Jesus chose His Apostles


 He didn't chose all those


 who campaign in His name


 Give Jesus a break
for Christ's sake









 Broken glass sails
of a worn-out hotel
downtown




In the night realm
the dark swan
















  Even a life full of holes, a life of nothing but waiting,
is better than no life at all

Moroccan saying
Title of novel by Dris Charadi
A Life Full of Holes
Translated by Paul Bowles







 August 2016




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