pt 1

A city and a train station. Urgency, hunger, a sour taste. Down a metal hill to the strangled intestine of city - now - emitting muddy gurgle. Threw up on a feather, threw feathers up? Dizzy. Lights from above searching searching; birds, beasts, nowhere to be seen. Sent a challenge to myself, "unfuck this fuckery." Careful study of traffic patterns in the morning, stealing cop's keys & cell phones. Stinging excitement at the brink of panic. Robbing a bank, making a mask. A short respite, looking for nothing in particular, finding an ally, an associate. Buying books & writing plans in the margins. Propaganda campaign launched at night, signs attempting to inflect spirit into the grey, the shuttered, the glass-slick and galled-out cancer of the city.