leaving. i'm here for some reason
stopped being a student
but i'm in hs again. in the building.
someone i know is hanging by the visitors entrance
the other side of the ropes
i lie and tell them my wife is working late
but that's a lie. i don't have a clue where they are.
around the corner. i am entering my old neighborhood
childhood. in a field there's a holed out barn burnt up
the building held some importance long ago
to memory or youth possibly. i cannot hold back.
beyond the barn the structure shifting to this kind
of soft smooth neoclassical structure a kind of
bottle behind it rising above the sky
there's a larger horrible copy
engulfing the earth my eyes my mind