Template for an Honest Robbery
m o t i o n. Fluid g r a c e
along the boulevard, alive
(if living) with
too many s o r t s
of whatever makes
a story you can live
(And for how long will that be, kind sir)
close to the sea, yet far enough that you cannot
envision the plots and plans that have made for
so many drownings.
Drownings of frail joy, as well as those of despair.
We won't get off so easily.
We'll not leave without scars of all the s t u ff we
thought important and essential.
won't know. (Whoever they are).
The space between us is really no space at all.