12.4.12

sleep, time, and pushing carts through hotel hallways.




Love is enough to keep our friends alive.
We're told,
but pushing carts through hotel hallways
is less lonely than the rooms themselves.

children wonder how they
will someday be necessary
Behold, I'll show you a mystery
we shall not all sleep
but we shall all be changed by age.

It's ten now.
Let me show you how the world wags:
an hour ago it was nine
and in an hour,
I'll be asleep.

If you're having trouble coping
with the pangs of life's
designed obsolescence,

just remember that most art is bad,
and always leave when the lights are out.

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