Friday, July 20, 2007

d

Filmic,
a limpid word.
I neatly drove into the concrete barrier
—those concrete barriers they put up during construction—
Toledo, Ohio.  They’re talking about putting him
on a ventilator.  Not the muse
but the father.

This from a befuddled uncle.
The guys next to me are talking about airplane problems.

I’ll be better.  As human beings
we find ourselves in a strange situation.
  (Dorsky)
Then we walked within the foggy city.  The muse
took me to something like a weekend on top of a dune
where if there hadn’t been fog I could see
all over.

I bought a new jug of detergent
only I had a whole jug I hadn’t used.  I forgot I bought it.
The same brand.
The same scent.