Stay away from cigarette breath; that’s a whole new addiction.
The unfed mind devours itself.
Gore Vidal
It’s not always easy to distinguish between existentialism and a bad mood.
Matthew Stover, Blade of Tyshalle
Layover

Making love in the sun, in the morning sun
in a hotel room
above the alley
where poor men poke for bottles;
making love in the sun
making love by a carpet redder than our blood,
making love while the boys sell headlines
and Cadillacs,
making love by a photograph of Paris
and an open pack of Chesterfields,
making love while other men—poor fools—work.

That moment—to this…
may be years in the way they measure,
but it’s only one sentence back in my mind—
there are so many days
when living stops and pulls up and sits
and waits like a train on the rails.
I pass the hotel at 8
and at 5; there are cats in the alleys
and bottles and bums,
I look up at the window and think,
I no longer know where you are,
and I walk on and wonder where
the living goes
when it stops