Sunday, August 14, 2016

(C)HARM CITY.




An arm thrown around defunct machinery. The prevalence of sorrow, sorrow as common ambience. What stoppages a grid offers, what off-ramps. The pale, sifted orange of afternoon windows. The pale, sifted orange of careful thinking. The same clouds for two weeks. It needs to rain, and it rains, dotty fabric, the rain. Not enough to discredit the integrity of structures, okay okay. A vehicle cannot pass-through another vehicle. A towering support isn’t two, but one. The skin of obedience as opposed to the metastasis of anger. How many ways to beg, “No.” An insinuation of relief despite the full moon of a lamppost aglittering the sidewalk purified by a victim, just leaking blood. And the footsteps, the babble of footsteps in too many directions, to be understood. . . .


3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Excellent

DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

Thanks, Anonymous. I wish you'd identify yourself even if it was a screen name or jokey thing like HINDENBURG4realz or BebopCity. But that's just a little thing, as I don't just want to write back referring to you as Anonymous! I appreciate your kind words, very much. Thank you for taking time to read the post and comment. --------B.A.

DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

Unless you're Casey. In which case, Hi Casey. Up the Swans!

BA