Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The collection agency that was trying
to collect on me just filed for bankruptcy.
The neighbors up the street, on an
adjustable mortage rate, have not yet
been threatened with foreclosure.
But their smiles seem strained
when they entertain. When they
slump outside to bring in the bill,
the sun seems younger than them.
The current administration
is plundering Social Security to
patch holes in its warboat. In ailing
industries, a bird call that goes
"I'm sorry" will precede the sting
of ailing pensions. They're all just
figures, and someday they
will be gone.

Right now, as then,
as later, an insect is emerging
out of the earth. Testing
its antennae. It has no name,
the feeling when watching
the nothing of an ant.
A comfort still.