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.