from Something Solid: Aughts Philly: September Heat
Sultry September: we warily followed this bar-hopping
party back to a twin near City Hall, under
an aegis which was not for us, & which
included our enemies. Thus, dirt & grime came
down, settled on our backs. Now, I blame
a sense of excess which was just the Aughts;
I got used to knowing a step up on a Philly
ladder could be a step down. They were
snorting coke in a room upstairs at this
party, and, it was rumored, playing Russian
Roulette. The pistol (I saw) had a silencer on it.
I looked upstairs again, from the landing, at a greasy light.
September shadows cast an eerie glow of nowhere—
someone pushed past me, frankly, to join the affair.
Tears in the Fence 66 is now out and available to be purchased. It features two new sonnets from me, lots of other good stuff. Many thanks to David Caddy.
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