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. . ."
