Enjoying

the true and false.

This evening, jet lagged, most seem true.

I'll tune in again tomorrow, searching for the ones

the ones that bend

toward the middle.

Man oh man it would be good

to walk Manhattan with you.

Keep breathing

gold. Phew.

WCW awaits,

and all the others.

Coffees and the goodsnort

of morning, belly rub, fists

in eyes, headlines. I want to wash

all the shadows, all the cornerstalkers

off. All the off

off. Anything Blake

would hate, my 22 year old self

would hate. But love

got me here and

will get me there,

true or false?