At lunch, I drive somewhere to read this bulging journal,
to see if anything is worth posting; is anything of any value to anyone?
Looking for a pleasing spot to park, though not so pleasing as to take me to photography.
The standard scenic parking spots around here will be inhabited; I want to be alone.
I want out of the line-up, out of the mass-feed view. Yet,
I search for me,
for a true, pure
And if it's worthy,
I seek to share it with you.
Today, I have nothing;
I am an empty vessel, with only desire,
Sept. 11, 2003