Tuesday, September 8, 2009

until all that remains

Again your head full of novels
you'll definitely get down on paper
one of these days. And Prague? Budapest?
Hemingway or Che? The same old questions
(only a little bit less) night after night
for years. Until all that remains
are a few old acquaintances
over hot whiskeys whispering:
"Not quite here, yet not quite there.
His life just a fence he got piles sitting on":
as through the mild October streets your hearse makes haste.

"Time Gentlemen, Please," Kevin Higgins

[Chicago Avenue at Winchester Street]

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Chicago, Illinois, United States