against, again, a gain

clutching into the past
because (looking for)
the future is no jigsaw
puzzle. more like a
piece of ether.
a tourist in my memory,
of course is me.
and it makes me a
rubbernecker for all
common things.
a picture of downtown
and it's mainly windows
and concrete.
blood capsules in
the crosswalks,
packets of protein.
refineries tangled up in
painted steel and
sodium stars.
warehouses fronted by
steam and plain
coveralls.
rain rain and decapitated
bridges. brown water,
boating accidents.
mother pruning roses
on her back,
eyes closed.
'get the lantana
in the ground
before you go,
baby.'

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i meant to sign my name, really. up there, on that one.
-jerry
06/30/08