i look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping,
while my guitar gently weeps
i look at the floor, and i see it needs sweeping,
still my guitar gently weeps
i don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
i don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you
i look at the world and i notice it's turning
while my guitar gently weeps
with every mistake we must surely be learning
still my guitar gently weeps
i don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
i don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you
a girl gave birth to twins on the roosevelt red line platform. no trains were delayed.
the crows land on the light poles above spider bridge and lake shore drive and talk above the roar of traffic or are silent observing.
i found this wooden earring and thought it was an abstract design but when i turned it this way and put it on mister's forehead it read LOVE, yet it also remained an abstract design.
this is sam's camp, or was. the day before his stuff was covered in plastic and someone had staked it down with sticks and a note saying his fish was ready, but i was thinking this will all be cleared away any day now. and then it was. they left his bike and his sleeping bag, and no sign of sam. last time i saw him he wasn't wearing his glasses, and his person, like his site, was growing more disheveled. today his sleeping bag was gone and his bike was laying a picnic table with a flattened box on top and a cushion on the bench. and no sign of sam.
is something going on in the atmosphere? i mean other than pollution and drones?
k. says the air is clearer, he asks if i can see. actually i had noticed i could see farther on the lake horizon, like that effect i forget what it's called if it has a name, kin to mirages, when something in the far distance appears close by. he asked if i see it on land and i hadn't. i told him i'd look on the roof at night and i admitted all i saw was light pollution and a hazy moon. by day on land i see chaos and i'm preoccupied with wending my way through unscathed. i see that you can't trust people at all, in politics, in business, and in cars. i see that quite clearly. out over the water i see something else.
k. meanwhile has been doing space clearing like my old roommate geraldine, who cleared our space and my work area, but k. did it outside and like a ten mile radius. at this point i'm thinking perhaps k. is loopy again but in fact i believe something mysterious is going on that eludes the power grid and the marauders. nature still has mystery in the midst of this unchecked insane machine of civilization. maybe k. is working with that, the nature growing between the cracks of the insane grid.
