Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Mr. Cogito Settles In

Mr. Cogito smokes, sips coffee
stands outside the Borders
watches people watching him
smoking, those book smart
folks with their hair and gadgets
Mr. Cogito has no gadgets & so

he thinks about sitting down &
settling in, glass behind & concrete
below & sky & air & smoke
& people flattening, rolling him
cutting him carefully into
a less than civilized civilian

Mr. Cogito smokes all his cigarettes
every one left in the pack
& every one in a new pack
finishes his coffee
goes back inside
reads for free


Blogger clark said...

you need to write more poetry like this. very impressed, homes.

5:50 PM  
Blogger TXB said...

thnx, eh.

4:01 PM  

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