Where is the going going to
In the straight lines
In the squares
In the cubes
And why wear a shirt
With flowers in pink and blue
With buttons in pink and blue
With turn up cuffs, in pink and blue
As if a contradiction
To contradict the pain
In the upper back and neck
And in the left side frozen shoulder
Yet no more at odds
Than to be listening to Arvo Part
Or reading Jean Jacques Rousseau’s
Reveries of the Solitary Walker
