sometimes i feel like a neutrino,
you know--those subatomic particles
that can drift through a million miles of
kundera might have said it best--life is
so light, like an outline.
if things never
where would we be?
as allen ginsberg used
say, "would life be better for
being eternal?" what a bore that would be,
so i guess
just have to embrace discontinuity
and the glossy
dystopia that's sprung up like a
concentration camp on
the south shore
lake union, a flaming shit baton passed
from paul allen to jeff bezos, two
of the biggest whatevers to
lay claim to this place.
it's just paper. and dirt. and water. and
air. and blood. and none of it will
matter, least of all this,
but i'll scream and claw at the coffin
lid, buried alive. tonight we took a tour
of the area, scoping
out sites for coming light festival.
it all looked the same and i dealt by
drinking myself into acceptance.