Prikryl - No matter: poems

Never noticed the whole things umber, made of brownstone. How same this town is, same as itself, unyielding. It gives you time, almost, to make observations such as this, it draws them out like the East River pretending to be a river when its merely an appetite. Ill take it from here, you think, I know the way. Just barely convincing. Then you saw St.

Peters down below, confirming this is Dumbo and thought yes, finally theyve made it right with Malta: set forth on the long downward path of sandy steps a touch too long and shallow for human locomotion faster than deep reluctance southwest, Spanish gravel, attractive, toward the church, when houses along the way start exploding.

She is the tallest one.

I designate the gondola to Hog Island my second home, may I get carried away in perpetuity. Deliver me as down along a zip line these piles, these ornate cornices best seen if not in enlargements of scenes of Myrna Loys xmas eve between martinis then through the blinds of function rooms where hopefuls in colorless uniforms circulate edible miniatures even if the view going down differs from the view going up. The city welcomes you. The cathedral perhaps, its smoking dome still visible over the charred fastnesses of Village and East Village, still visible when I turn. And here we reach the shores of speculation.

In hindsight the way those brownstones go off in sequence seems quoted. If original perceptions what you want, go In no hurry? Why, theres always a bodega with some bottles of water left. Bodega city, you tried thus to pelt me with convenience in small ways knowing the big conveniences would be withheld, I think your effort was sincere. I needed no Twix or bused-in muffins in cellophane, but their availability everywhere translated into a kind of human warmth. Like human warmth, it was too much. The pale skinny one had that aim with punchlines that after an hour of shooting things down Im positive weand later waiting for a car a girl just as thin and mean turned out to be his ex, I liked her just as much, she could not hold it in when I pointed him out, hed be married in three weeks.

I laughed, happy to just observe in this for most second city, encamped between then and then. Life would start another time, meanwhile the capital always another time, a constant prospect. The girls I know look long and hard, make lists, to-do, two columns pros and cons.

Modillions between windows even at ground level and awnings pulled in. Shadows short as a breath caught short, midday. To the right of these two, a third girl is centered in the center of the picture. She seems to sway, making a window between her waist and that of the tallest girl. We see through this window to a window behind. But she leans toward the tall girl, cocks her head, and looks at you.

Its the look of a friend who knows you well.