Same same old same changing same,
rain turns into sleet, sleet into snow,
I mark my place in the comic book,
I play it down to the end, I sleep,
can’t sleep, my trouble is I don’t
let go of things easily, easy, I tell myself,
go easy, and if you can’t go easy, go as easy
as you can. In the café on Cornelia Street
Nolan Strong and the Diablos’ “Mind Over Matter”
placed into the audio system, inside
Rimbaud’s season in hell Jesus
walks on the ebony waves of an emerald river.
What is, what isn’t, there is and there isn’t
a God in it, in love’s metric commitments are
tangible, cybertime is pressed to the edge of absolute
zero, the coronavirus hadn’t happened yet,
in my line of vision innocents are murdered.