maybe, or someone coming over the hill as if to a lover
at a predetermined hour, you'd play the part of a lover
happily , for a friend, in exchange . A part of you–
stranded alone on the desolate highway you
thought you knew -longs for it: the embrace or the word
turning its face toward you, as if for a word
of encouragement, or a kiss. But another
part simply shuns the distraction of another,
someone undoubtedly stupid or ugly, or just younger ,
inexperienced. It's time to get serious. When you were younger
there was some fun in the garage - the old looking-
glass and those antique rattles - but now you are looking
at a long wait without diversion. You won't mind
the change , the chance to know your own mind,
to bloom and wither and bloom, to form
a ghost like a spokeless wheel, a degenerate form .
Daniel Wolff
All down, drowned and wasted
- breathing beneath the empty bottle-
I saw your face, like a piece of paper pasted
against the back of the night. The throttle
of the factory across the street
remanufactures the opening bars
to a tune we now know ends in deceit.
Outside the upstairs window, stars
