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
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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