engaging with escaping

Engaging with Escaping

Deciding along the way that we should really each take

some time, as she went about her days with their blocks of time,

to live on Central Park and you wished to join the literary

kind of library. It doesn't lend out books. Still, it has a

fire extinguisher. BLAST! A hail of foam covers Elvis's

calls with horrible connections and photographs.

Along the wrought iron, a cage around me, a camera

across the street from the house in the twilight of the day,

it’s just beginning to sink in that you have lost your job

despite the traffic; there are enough gaps. But I'm getting

that His devastating anger is followed by His nurturing

new set of clothes--maybe he'd pissed himself, maybe

only a forty-watt bulb, another concession to the voice of

no control. You don’t do things like that. You’re not that

weird. The world isn't spinning anymore, but that terrible

DISCO SONG comes from inside. Just when it looks like

the television nearly every waking moment,

the traffic light turns green and the cop lights go on.