The Day I Went Into Physics Class

I Ride Earth's Burning Carousel. Day In, Day Out.

I Am Dead To Them, Even Though I Once Flowered.

I Felt Wise And Cynical As All Hell.

There Is A Certain Unique And Strange Delight About Walking Down An Empty Street Alone.

This Is Newness: Every Little Tawdry Obstacle Glass-wrapped And Peculiar, Glinting And Clinking In A Saint's Falsetto. Only You Don't Know What To Make Of The Sudden Slippiness, The Blind, White, Awful, Inaccessible Slant. There's No Getting Up It By The Words You Know. No Getting Up By Elephant Or Wheel Or Shoe. We Have Only Come To Look. You Are Too New To Want The World In A Glass Hat.