This recent poem by Jason is my new favorite of his poems.  - poetheart 06/27/03

I cross the street of daydreams
to arrive at myself
Only to find I am mere shadow
A picture in a window passed by unseen
A name signed on the dotted line smudged

I tell fibs to taxi-cab drivers on my destinations to nowhere
Nowhere a plain road always ahead
nowhere a place on a map I can mark with my thumb

I pass by cemeteries at midnight
to mingle with the headstones
my name is in an umbrella of silence
Silence that takes me for cover under the trees
I can't shield this death any longer
I stand out as a stark imitation of myself
I feel for flowers whose petals wilt in my hands
I confuse myself with passengers on the train
and find the wrong way
wristwatches tell me a time I'm willing to end
towers of so long ago have salted their tears
And the business of me has gone by
And I just look out the window at the rain
that falls as deeply as I.

by Jason Visconti

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