Tuesday, December 2, 2014

ALL THE INFORMATION CURRENTLY AVAILABLE—

Just right now—
the light 

at Blackhawk 
blinks 

its eye—sweet-
talking 

colorless 
traffic
columns forward—

stirring—as if
to recombine—
each

independent 
free news-
paper page 
now flapping 

and thrashing 
along 
the raw wide
side-
walks 
of hulking
Ashland Avenue—where I

and nervous 
little Lucy

both walk 
deleteriously 
onward but
swerving—unsteady 
and delirious 

in this moment—for probably

the comfort—of both
hard

and 
soft biscuits—respectively.