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often on the way to work
waiting for the light to change
I think about evisceration
not long meditations
but momentary flashes
like lightning in the distance
is suicide a last attempt
at control – –
‘I want at the switches:
lights on, lights out’
a simple binary option – –
from such simplicity the world
yet (another code marker) the song
changes, or the DJ makes a joke,
true, hackneyed and predictable – –
but a joke nonetheless – –
and I think of something else
before the light changes to green
and I have to move on
too much talk, too much thought
I lower the car windows
shut my eyes for a second
and listen to the traffic
flow past like crickets
(April 2005)
