Tuesday, September 13, 2005

On the Block

The time of teflon ideas has returned. Once
out of fashion, now sliding from each word.

And in the silence, the world escapes me, events
dumped on a table in an inaccessible corner of

what art I thought I had. These last years,
there has been little glue. Now there is none.

And like a mendicant on parliament hill, I hear
the words, the endless words and have no faith.

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