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.