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.