red

X
was
quoted:

"of all my grand disappointments,
disappointments of
the city,
disappointments of life,
of grandeur,
of nails and records, of
getting new,
not staying new, becoming new again,
and rolling over
into
new
pastures,

oh oh oh

I regret redheaded suspicions.

it means nothing,
of course,

but the phrase comforts me.

I am highly susceptible to
my losses
as
the lover of the city center,
granite,
composite glass and
de rigueur,
high highfaluting
opinion on whether or not to eat
the red light district
and
particulate the rather dry French
quarter.

give me my time inside the mill
of
either this
or
either that

and I will not unbecome the lotus
flower that
is
the insignia of a great enterprise left forgotten
and
failed.

no more redheads, until
I am content
with
all
the black centers, dumpsters, river
fonts,
destroyed chaotic go-gos,

and then I will unbecome again
and become
the

marvel of the city."


this of course is admission
to
great
gusto and wind,

adding up to a man flexing the muscles in his
hands
because they are non-possessive
and
sane and
safe.