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"Everything Else/On His Shoulders" by Jordan Katz

A man walked into a department store.
He moved briskly, avoiding the necessary puddles on his way.
He spun the clothing rack in search of the perfect shirt.
Again and again it span, each shirt slightly better than the last,

when finally, a yellow-collared one hooked his fancy.
His eyes feasted on it, and decided he was to purchase it at once.
He made his way over to the cashier.
He bought the shirt,
and sold everything else.
He sold his whole world and rented a closet space.
He stares at the white-cream wall now,
twiddling his thumbs,
stroking his cat,
he thinks nothing of us, merely hoping that the weather holds.
There is a party, you are already invited or you are not.
So the man arrived at the party,
and saw silly girls and feminine boys.
Wine was spilt, and it stained the carpet.
He looked over his shoulder and out the window.

The Answer

The Answer is the Question.

The Question is the Problem.

The Problem is Answering a Question with a Question.

Beauti

For Erin

I walk away from the Isle of Is.
To wade through the starwhite waters.

Unclinging to the dry dreams,
Arrtilerry De-vicer observing a
close proximity,
Free-of-body travel Phones.
Creamy, luscious, lightning hues
and the vague and the vivid.
The God Experience.
A perched vulture; a red canyon
in a severed desert, I swam on.
Burying the secret gleam
The reproached child
The strange and irksome tenders
The here-say
Surrendering the pleasant,
I too thought clearly
I had been outspoken, and I swam on.
A priest without a clock
Treading a droplets tear I waided
My outeressence uttering music:
I was milked for a present holon.