i am nothing new.

my spine cracks over temporary walls.

you wouldn't know white from grey in this dingy light

yellow on the days of the lamp shade

i adapt.

and i, i will testify

to the nothingness of the non-

it is, then it is not

and so will you

we are nothing new.

evol words.

love.

and amiri baraka, he knew.

and corso, he just threw it out the window.

but these are all just names,

non-'s

fading lights on the white wash

invoking criminal squanderings

and night,

what of it?

non- plus geography divided by time!

and time,

well he is nothing new.

conducting tricks in his old age

he'll talk you into almost anything

you don't want to do.