Walk

the apartment is dark because it's that kind of day
dark

all morning I've felt kind of dizzy
is it the skipping-off
   the unpaid bills

I go outside, then come back in and put on a coat in case I collapse
it's wet

and this stretch of sidewalk is from 1962
where I know
somebody

X O

Bellringer morning
crosses waist

dressed like an old man
classy & subdued
dirty clothes & whiff of decay
garbage day
cold water
flat tire

there goes my hero
rush & ambition
on the ground
with great regularity

& shall we this day meet
with none but ghostly fathers?

square convictions
laugh at sin & maladies

& free in idle wildness
I weep      a bit, then eat
& with them sweep the street