For those readers of the blog in the NYC area: I’ll be one of the featured readers at the Nuyorican Poets’ Cafe tonight. Show’s at 10 PM, and I’ll be on the bill with several other fine performers.
The Nuyo is on 3rd Street between Avenues B & C. Stop by and say hi!
I awoke and rose
61 minutes later
thinking I’d just looked at the clock
a minute before. I must have
spent a minute
thinking about why I was awake,
then fallen back to sleep.
It’s as if I stopped
for a whole hour.
Only the memory
of having seen the time
tells me I’d existed then
in a time before
this groggy chain-smoking moment on the couch
in front of a screen waiting to be filled
with proof that I do maintain a presence
during the moments
when I am unconscious.
It is 7:15 AM, EDT, 8/29/09.
All hail 4:59 AM, EDT, 8/29/09.
It was raining then, as it is now;
I was hungry then, as I am now;
the urge to rise and work and smoke
were all the same back then.
Nothing’s changed except the time,
the light in the windows,
and this documentation.
If I go back to bed now,
(and I will)
will I even wake up
again? If I do, won’t my first thought
likely be the memory of this moment?
How, exactly, does the future ever arrive?
Dark Matter 