D.H.

Politically speaking
look at this
a word at a time
on my knee
looking forward to a picnic
with my friends
in the afternoon
in their car
but no the climate is such
that I never
arrive
stayed on the stairmaster
one more time
I’m depressed
all my life
this weather
enraged the man behind
me as we plow
into the brite grey light
it’s evening here
bright as a flea
as i enter the history
of intellectuals
who escaped that
to land in
this eternal
sun
burning what’s left
of the earth
never meeting
anyone

 

Los Angeles, July 2007