Cartesian

The shadows of the cars are marked by the rain
Like...

Like nothing.
They just are.

Whenever we do something,
We do it
As if
Being watched.

Maybe we are more comfortable that way.

Therefore God exists.

She was lying candy eyed,
Like a smoke stack in the grass.
I could see up her skirt.
Her blanched legs were railroad crossings
With the
Ding ding ding
Falling down to refuse oncoming traffic.

The guy over there is playing Bob Dylan.

"two guys said this song reminds them
of me"

The cigarette dangles from
Her puerile lips.

One honest expression
Is worth a thousand glances.

Gutter punks drag their drunken friend
To the center of the Park.
Even their dog has too many pockets.

Some comments are made,
Maybe a smile.

I forget,

But the main thing is,
I'm sure it happened.

Diagnosis

In an alimentary cursory study of my left hemisphere the prognosis is bad. It seems I have a callodial hemorrhage on the pituitary gland with complications on subsequent forms of inopial tissue. I am not worried for non invasive therapy, using light diodes, can cure the abnormality. At the moment I am numbing the cranial discomfort with goose sopped rags and rice paper (known to those who practice remedial therapy). One small setback is the constant toe twitches which quickly bore a hole through the big toe portion of my shoe. Despite the price of shoes, Mass Health has been amenable to the exorbitant cost of my diagnostic procedures and the light diode therapy. So no one need worry I am in limbo at the moment but my paradiso is sure to come.