HERE, HERE &: HERE.

Weather
kept following him around

like he was a map
with all that isobar & stuff he

could never
understand.

Emotional weather.

Pain:
Here, here &. . .here.

Windshield wipers
kept sloshing the world

back&forthback;&fort;;

the town dissolving
in a bluered neon.

The moments felt like
boring ads

between the boring TV programmes
that had become his life.

His life
a stagnant sitcom.

A rather theatrical
lightning bolt

tore the dark in
two.

The ghost
in the answering machine

her voice still so
alive:

"I'm not here
right now. . ."