11/19/2003

I arrive safely
in one of
the many cities
where I am
unknown
by everyone
check into my hotel
then hit the streets
in search of
answers to questions
raised by
the 60/40 rule
the best ratio
we can hope for
between
what is desirable
and what is not.
There is no
antidote
for death
except imagination
and
as soon as
it dawns on us
certain side effects
begin to emerge
that contort
a naturally imperfect
resolution
into convictions
we are willing
to kill
or be killed for
reducing the effectiveness
of the antidote
to that of placebo.
Pounding the pavement
all faculties
traveling in circles
makes me
hungry and thirsty
but
a quick stop
for a baguette
chunk of cheese
and bottle of wine
excuses me
for a time
from reflection
that will always
be there
like it or not.