12:33am
on the slowest F train ever
get off at Halloween street,
meet and meander with Columbina
yellow leaves blowing around a brick building,
it was the first night of fall
ask myself am I past tense,
and if so, how should I punctuate this sentence.
it is not a question,
but a statement about a curiosity
uptown we resolve
that that is all life is
just dancing on the rumbler
between the advice
of a Freud fanatic
and a Nietzsche novice with a broken watch
Culture. Technology. Work. Politics. The environment.
It’s a lot.
but I would argue isn't it
Beautiful, and so achingly, achingly true?