Where the Usual Strangers Walk

whenever it’s about to

rain

your bones get

tired.

spending the day

working.

you were in the back of

my mind.

where the usual strangers walk.

sitting, listening to Spanish

music,

but through a boombox

in the center of Rittenhouse.

on the corner

watching

Big Pete play chess like

an invincible African king.

Arbitrary Experience (A Sudden Fit of Blurry Perception)

 

 

convey yourself

 

hold still again

again

rotting pavilion another

 

breathe all over

sliding fake words

an ugly paste

on our melted roads

 

we are all

knowing

of no other

 

out of the trees

work until forever

 

eat what

there is

not bleeding

 

freedom

rocking to

and forward

 

we go

into nothing

because of everything