today i was hoping for one kind reward
all right _strict blankchecks galore but
nothing comes through _somewhere there's
someone scoring from some fool and i am left
on a wait that alights shades by the myriad
in a moment's square as if frozen in time
flat so that its angles are in plain view
-why is that boy standing on the prow?
-he wants to be seen
-but he's in plain sight
-exactly...
the scene is set accordingly and useless-
some wait others suspect _roy said there's no
time to understand nor any certainty at hand
i've had enough with counting blanks today
moments on the pavement thread in the past
bronx ennui with satisfaction in the given sun
and shade _the red dodge at the curb helps
