Why do you go West?
What is the City you are now in?
—Barrett Watten
Okay, plans of shigging bones: Time
purples the sun right out of our eyes
until the shifty clouds go Tokyo.
This love hotel is a time capsule.
Generally being left, “Keep to the
right here” sends us all to hell,
but it’s a gracious picnic indeed.
Here we are plucking our way
into a stream of punky kitten-
ettes (sex is religion, of course,
but religions deliquesce). We
all go one direction or the
other. And so do I
some summer
afternoons.
