I can cover the neighbourhood in a day
Doing the crawl including parkades
where I often find half finished drinks &
whole piles of cigarette butts I lunch at
restaurant bins & consume pages at a time in
the library where its park lets me sun while
digesting the latest trends in architecture or
consider theories of the origins of the universe with
no buildings I know where to defecate and how
to avoid traps I know time by the rhythm of its people
There are twenty short days and two long ones
On the long ones centre neighbourhood is mine
Spare change is heavier then & the
Slow hands can’t reach that deep.
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