Milfwaukee

The trains were loud
The people were coughing
The city was waking
In time for sunset

The parking was rough
My head was pounding
The gerunds flew by
Like oxidized remnants
Of a decade on hold

This is what it sounded like
(Silence, white noise)
This is what it felt like
(Textures, rough patch)
This is what it looked like
(Girls in circles, white lights)
It's all I can do
To remember falsely

The city returned
To its sleeping weeping state
I should have gone home
I would have been happy

But I stayed 'til the end
The echoey blather
Rang in my head
As I drove west with the moon
And listened to The Life Pursuit

October 10, 2007