THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



In the Trench Waiting...

Why did no more people show up for the termination of John the Apostle?
Was it not his senses and sesnes alone that called him to stand?
Where did the crazed woman throw up, dieing in leaves as they rustle.
Who called the shots at work and at home - a million unruley and unwilling to band.
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