Wednesday, February 26, 2014

NIRVANA IS GOING NOWHERE

In a heavy 
oblique 
and slow-

motion
pileup of 
moments this morning—I first happened 

to pause pumping 
quick gas
in order—to let 

the dead 
hot words—"In the sun I 
feel 
as one"—enter my cold conscious

awareness
from their usual provenance 
of a far faint loud-
speaker. And then—regarding myself

standing there 
hood-shaded
and dark 
under the green and white 

cover of that speaker's 
antecedent derelict 
PB gas 
station pavilion—started at-once authorizing myself 

recklessly—to wonder

how is it even
possible? I've been
driving—since the stock 1990's!

so many
remakes—of 
the same stubborn vehicle?

and—but

to so many 
disparate places?