in passing



truth is often
numerous things
seem to warrant apologies

at a gateway to narnia
in passing
you met me

in the margins
we whispered
words
raised spines
a third quarter

your platform was flimsy
still i cheshire'd back

--

now that extended stay is over
do not pass go the bank is broke
we are the 99 per cent
by monetary terms only

everyone else has already fled
into high fantasy sanctuary

i gave you what you thought was the key
received what i thought was the end of me

i insisted you stay so i left instead
out to the left coast
you couldn't cross the border
the key doesn't work you screamed

across states
the insular mountains
cascade range
calapooya

--

darling, i know
i know but you didn't
but i'm less wise now than i was before

harder
better
faster
stronger
technologic
enabled

i've seen more now
i'm more apathetic
i'm less apolitical

still i wrote you this poem

--

the other one i wrote years ago
and/or non-committally so

with my head underwater i screamed

up through
lake shasta
columbia
the fraser river

it's not paradise here either
do not pass go the bank is broke
we are the 99 per cent
by monetary terms only

truth is often numerous things

your platform was flimsy
in passing
stay bold


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