Not comfortable in bold
Colors that strongly rule
Of intent, if not content.
Mixed, crossed, nudged and blurred
Jumble of oratory, jungle of exclamations,
Attacking, paring, carving
apart folds of vision.
Hurried, slurred conclusion. All is confusion.
Snatches of perspective tilted, ajar, fading
The surprises of intemperate, temporal thought,
Curling the virgin leaves of books fading,
Crumbling, files, lives, tattered, re-awakened.
Fretful, hesitant. Scared.
Sun's coming out, lighting up, opening.
Dreadful paces to conquer, sidestep,
Stepping on indifferent but consistent lines, marking
Insignificance in airy, echoed tombs -
The traffic toughs it out.
The traffic irritates. The traffic jerks.
The traffic. The traffic.
Prodden, pedestrian prowler at the feet of towers,
Why should I walk? Let me look
And see and think and decide without caution
Standing here alone today, unlocomoted.
Carter B. Horsley