Every night I ride down Ave D.
Yet as the cool air greets my face,
It’s the long stretches of familiarity that nurtures in my mind that awful solipsism.
The devil that rips me away from the worthy emotions–
the usual emotions,
the human emotions–
and leads to depression.
Breaks in familiarity spark momentary peace.
Two parallel windows
perched high among a
tall, plain white wall.
The windows chanting rhythmic pulses of the bluest
Probably a television set
An action scene with gratuitous amounts of gunfire
flashing loudly inside the home
But for now,
that steady silent beat
of electric blue
grounds my wavering mind
with its unconventional beauty.