why do i bother, reading, feeling emotional ties that close garbage bags, white or black, does it matter if it's filled with refuse of yard sales and garage sales with sofas for $50 and couches on the east coast like cola and soda pop, or cokes in Texas, and rambling words falling and diving, hunger strikes like a hawk from above, words hitting walls, ears open or closed, captured by microphones, vacuum tubes, warmed slightly like lotion between soft hands, quiet steps, carved in cement, the one thing, the only thing i remebered, aside from the proposal, marne', and tony, smart man, skilled and talented, innovator, achiever, nihilist, superior coding through numbers, unspoken words on known topics, bottled up firecrackers controlling coffee machines, fourths, not as bad as thirds, outside the wall, the llaw, wondering, waving, weaving, status of romance dependent or effected by popular music, trends, fads, fades, waves, flows ebbs and tides, too much or too little, too little too late, time teim quickly now, softer still, breathe in and out, in and out