SEEING
Stubbornly staid, distantly approachable,
stand statistics, a wind-tossed tray
flaps by, we have never consumed so much air,
we have never driven so much gas, it
disgusts me to recognize the ingenue
still hidden behind the newspaper,
unseen to a world of opinion glass,
unstuttered by his predilections, stern
literatures descend into the cash bin, heck
to it, I have taken off my coat
to the crowds of trusting, of acquiescing
into the elementary appertain
of copper calicoes on a pendulum line,
to let be but a tiny shatter of marrow,
I again sip the treasure of laps,
I’ll be getting out of here shortly,
but not soon enough not to see what I have to see.
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