broke it.
threw it in the east river.
now it lives with those microwaves.
took the 4 train to union square.
sat on a bench.
just for a second.
moved on, moving on.
listened to a song or two.
put a banjo up into the sky.
tried to keep us moving.
really tried to keep us present.
the name of this poem is stupid.
I just keep trying in darkness.
darkness is good.
I got a mop and a pistol and I am ready to clean.