too many
repetitions
too many
substitutions
too much strain

two screens
of numbers and
diversion
without gain

     [slow
     poetry
     in the
     light
     show]

two sets of motion
to manage

two days of
too much rain

he holds
his package
tight for
the ride
through
the
night

sleep
and wait

     [the words
     rising
     drifting every
     twenty or
     thirty bars]

two guitars
two drummers

sixty year rhythms
forty year tapes

digits for
the night hawk

an advertisement
for the past
that never
was

between the movies
and the memories

     [an afterthought
     behind
     the chandeliers
     and
     velvet]

something
slips through

no time like
now to go