December 2010
1 post
Dusting out the Cobwebs...
Glimpsing Nietsche through Rilke
was like glimpsing naked bodies writhing
between the zigzag gray of late night TV.
My eyes have always pondered
a moment longer than is casual.
Tonight Taylor and I are walking, buzzed,
under a bridge in Tucson, Arizona.
He nudges a guy in corduroy, and buys two cigarettes
a dollar apiece. He knows I don’t smoke.
We pass it between us. The bars are...