perpetual

work in progress
progress at work
at word protests
walk to protemps
in wavy pretense

walking away.
walking toward.
walking sideways
when i
feel
like it

tripped.
slipped.
flipped
over the handlebars.

child-
hood
again.

as the radius of
my world gradually
expanded - reprimanded
for straying too far -
and then old enough to
bolt. books and so forth
in between teen years of
staring out the screen
window - a television
show, some-
thing to write
about, right? no?

two to go,
memories,
mysteries,
momentum
maladies
of intense
pretense

walking into the
wall

building - multi-tiered - levels.
- multi-national - levies
elevator
short
quick
lifts

and i wonder if classified people are the
same at all papers. at the indy star today,
with a wild security guard monitoring people
and locations and he just sent me up. short
quick meeting. i maybe saw some respect. was
i too rude?

shoo. shut-
up. the elevator's
ip was toast.
heh.

others smiling,
others agitated
and fidgeting -
wondering - en
route in flux
no fuss on
the way
back the
wind-shield
wipers flew
up and inter
-connected -
bad decisions -
the car, the care,
the words, the let-
ters. the tears. the
tears in the letter now
gone forever - the world
moves on, forward, for words,
four words, toward the sun-
set oblivion.

rest.