Sunday, February 9, 2014

hallways

hallways

Now, here our hero of the moment recourses
to
recurse through old writings in his mind:
            specifically,
retaling empty tales, contented
            with wishes
            for what he would have willed to’ve done,

Each moment an empty room breaking off a dimly lit
            (and sparcely furnished)


haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay


            - in desperate need of inventive elaborations
                                    (fictions, dreams, [op/ex/im]posable potentialities, lies)

“I stepped into a bar in Paris in need of a glass of water…”
(what followed was what is now needed to have followed. now. not then. the
            taling is in the
                        telling)


02/02/2014 1:30 AM
Chrysalis House

Boulder, CO

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