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Standing Passengers

 

On a loop, holding

The noose by the pewter’s edge

 

Back bent & pendent

As the world turns

 

So many stranded seconds

Between each stop

 

So many stops to see

What happens, or what’s happening

 

Or what hasn’t happened

Yet, petulant

 

& expressionless, with an eye

For the details

 

Mutely unrolling

On each minute surface

 

As a rule of thumb

All it takes is one

 

To move between

Time & space

 

Harvesting memories

For a fist full of variables, valuables

 

Exchanged, change

Dangling in pockets

 

Of air-conditioned hum

The swift silent gathering

 

Of a cloud among many other

Clouds, an invitation to look

 

At objects which are closer

Than they might appear

 

In my prior life

I was a pair of jeans

 

So often put on

Or placed between

 

Sundry parts, articles

Of cloth or words

 

First one foot

Then the next

 

To slip inside me

Sequestered in denim

 

To live again

Or be repeating

 

To breathe & feel

On yielded knees

 

Consider algebra

Theorems you never read

 

Or half-remembered

How to be one

 

With yourself or how to be

Another




Chris Campanioni