Wednesday, 14 May 2008

• Currently Listening Parc Avenue By Plants and Animals see related

  in ING

  I'm sitting there folding envelopes and looking for jobs I don't want and sipping my americano through this black plastic lid and when I look up and see a man there,
  
  staring at or through his own reflection in the window.
  and he doesn't see me at all, it's like he's having an epiphany
  because all the sudden he's crying and his face is clenching at the glass
  like he's telling himself look what you've come to, look what the fuck you've come to
  and he stands there just angry and clenching his face at the glass.
  
  and I see everything. Where else can I look?
  
  he leaves suddenly, like nothing happened, like all is budding and singing,
  which it is,
  but when I look out at the street in disbelief
  
  there is a man with a wired white mustache staggering across the intersection
  and he's trying to make it look natural, all the pain balling up in his legs,
  trying to play it off like a swagger or something
  but I see the pain cut across his brow like lightning,
  his lips tightening in spasms against his smiling teeth.
  
  and I leave this cafe,
  my wireless card has expired,
  and there is a homeless man sitting on his shirt in the middle of the sidewalk sleeping with his head
  against this black steel fence
  and I am just feeling thankful that I won't have to reject him when I see his sign,
  God is Good, which pisses me off because, what kind of gimmick is that,
  this, this decontextualized gratitude, this pandering little cardboard chicanery...
  
  but look at what we've come to,
  look at what the fuck we've come to,
  all balled up and furious,
  trying to play it off like a swagger.
  
  where did we go to get so lonely?
  
  ...... this piece obviously needs an ending, but can't find one.

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