The Trans Ordinary

When did it become easier?

Alone at sea, that ocean of people

A trap for certain:

the mobility of the MTA–

When did it become easier?

Alone in some bar

(A bar that, if human,

would be some parvenu from its look

so hapless yet intriguing

What stories she would tell

What things and foundless dreams)–

When did it become easier?

To focus between the words

On a page,

A text,

On the endlessness

On the listlessness

Of language and human being–

When did it become easier?

To find:

the phantasmatic, the mind

And the imagination, the soothing

Passage of a train of thought,

To acknowledge

words and things

my warp and woof.

To let you go

Filling the black spaces of print

with the promises of a dead man–

To read Heidegger than share a Heineken?