No Vacancies

yes
the exquisitely delicate
reality demands
salt & sugar
to be kept
in separate bowls
so the past will
extrude stains
& I
fear
the present
is no
stalemate
for the memory to
expound, expunge et al
as I fell
asleep in
berlin
& did not wake up
in hong kong
to taste the fact
that arrows of causality
pierce
the silhouettes
of my expectations
and decorate
the immaculate blank future