Sketches - 36 (October 14th, 2014)

36.

Around 8 PM the sun

is completely gone.

Full literal toss about

             fall season.

Old scratchy blues recording

as ancient as

any Egyptian hieroglyph.

Does time matter?

A thousand years or

a hundred years ago -

none of us were racing

through the scarcely

paved roads or

cobbled/dirt sewage

streets anyway.

Homemade runzas are

baking in the oven - thinking

of the gold spectacles of

Kafka’s Amerika, the

intrapersonals, age of industry

teaching new instincts, new

pass times, the passing

bureaucracy of conversations

scarcely recorded

and just how much of

it goes down that

proverbial drain completely

            lost.

No light in a grave or when the

          sun passes down

          in the west -

          night encloses us,

          everything folds

                      over.

(October 14th, 2014)

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