#38. Madness

October 4, 2009

Madness

went to the diner
just to hear a phone ring.

Amazed, saddened
by the graceful traceries of veins
in the waitress’ arms.

Tears on a page.
The sound magnifies the distortions.

How best to celebrate a birthday?
Unaffordable music or suicide.

How precious is light as if no electricity.
How scarce.

The people are smiling
and I have no idea why.
But I once knew.

The phone rings.
Permission.

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