I walk past five minutes of your life
like a quiet albatross in the existence of
chrome lenses. A soft shouldered Moose
walking down the street… soo cool.
Stiletto and heels on concrete.
I give you these…
we three mice… we three kittens…
we three cooks… we three mathematicians.
Einstein and Bohr… in a walk on the park
I was born on the day of the year
that Berlin was taken and Hitler fell.
Just fifteen years before. Meaning nothing worryingly mystic, but
instead, I slid in-between the pages
so simply.
September 