Bus stop (fragment a)

I was reading

The Trial.

Somewhere in the mid-Czech state of Genug,

Where so much of what Kafka was thinking, dreaming & probably

living

was scene-set;

with question-mark accuser and unclear plot and lack of

accountability

and explanation.

A little

Like nowadays

Bang, bang…

You are redundant.

We don’t need/want you any more,

You will have to go and do other things,

Find other ways to spend your time

While

The rest of us continue

To mow the grass/plough the fields/MC Escher

Print

Hand drawing hand drawing hand

and

Hello, my name is Rod,

Good to meet you.

You’re reading Rilke?

Is he a favourite of yours?

Yes,

The Panther.

He never stops looking,

as you

Pad around the tenements,

Delivering letters

To people.