Those Walking Blues
Walking neighborhood streets in cold morning light
into a wind we seem to be making
leaning into it, full on the face
by the time it reaches our ears
it is barely a whisper
I am Error, it says, the original universal
presenting then slipping away
as I do without your endorsement
showing you unlearning
A snarling dog runs out at us as we pass its yard
teeth bared, snapping at aliens
Suits and ties hang in the back of the closet
along with citizenship
we’re all antis now
By late afternoon a familiar weariness has come on
as though morning were decades away
Expectation grabs things as they are at first;
what it is to be a thing
is to be error then unexpected
leaving firsts behind is their gift to us
a peek behind selves
into what it is to be led and what is not;
when you are no longer a novice
you can no longer be led
yesterday is past by virtue of first-error
had it been second it would be present
The Dog Star 
2 Responses to “Those Walking Blues”
“yesterday is past by virtue of first-error
had it been second it would be present”
That’s a great line as well as the idea of ‘first-error’ …love it
Thanks bro! It pulls together strands of meaning and image I’ve been working at for some time.