“ A world
which is doing its best day and night to make you like
everybody else” – EE Cummings

On the other side of the bay we find
bridges of silence
halls of resistance
flash into memory,
cascade into avalanches of regret.
On a secret request
we tramp into this silent romance.

Intelligence tests the news
we read between the lines of rain
that run down the window panes;
but mostly modern mobile minds
live unaware of their blank slate in significance

Just a click away from the WiFi world
dread rises like the Colossus of Rhodes,
providing ample assistance for the not technically
adept male dilettante whose discontents are at work here;

Outside the hobos flip-flop from exhaustion to elation
avoiding cemeteries
as unlucky places where outlanders
gather to wolf stolen food, booze
and argue about the imbecile
typology of ideology, of this ‘settled community’

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