DESIGN

for Jean-Michel Rabaté

I saw the sign

on its hooks

grappling with

the being of its

having become &

gone, in a flash

just like the gun

returned to its holster

or the prairie dog

howling with

homesickness

even at home.

The consciousness of

consciousness lapses

into intermittent

power outages &

salt water taffy.

History will end

& the sooner

the better

as long as

I have my

season pass.