Noon: 17 august 1999

walk past this in a suit
and a glance toward the eyes

walk past    jeans a dirty nose
not a glance at all

  eyes are dead

all of this depends
  where the immobile
rather, immovable
recognition
  falls

   no more esoteric than finance
  dark night    under-the-table basnik

     no one will watch if you look
    the other way