Another Letter from A.G.
Dear Doctor:
I'm writing to you because you
have forgotten something
I found it, walking the streets
nearest the River today
Doctor? Of course
as if it were you, sir -
that is to say:
But that sound that reaches
from the Manufactory
of streets to the very City Square
sound of it
to that which does not howl
are wont to
I found the pubs, you know
the ones: off Mill and River Sts.
most move about these days
you know it is quiet, but
I walked the Bourse to
drunk and hanging out
ping in a chair, al-
ing smell of propane
stove somewhere in-
out from the cracks and the
ing down the narrows
ing out to me and pour-
taste it, on the back
sweet almond-gas swill
I moved on and past
to my home
Watching this man sway,
Doctor,
what I found that was once
running, Doctor, and I'm off
in it at the start.
Doctor. What you lost is not
if you run.
A.G.
1 comment:
This is another out of the park piece. I feel a little of Prufrock, and a little of Camus' picture of the man on the balcony from the Plague.
The rhythm from "I found the pubs" through "to my home" is incredibly driving, to the point that it is physical. Very nice. Very nice indeed.
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