Night

Standing up for what you believe.

Laying down for what you need.

I was not a child of ethics.

I am not a man of decisions or judgements.

I am not a man of sadness.

I am not a man of memory.

Here beyond the Cities Chase

and the Catalog Showroom.

Beyond the camera’s faceless,

where self-determination is preempted by birth.

Here I came to escape Cosby’s sweaters.

Iacocca’s Chrysler Lebarons.

And these became so becoming.