pamphleteer
evander(can)
I'm
standing
on
this
corner
.
Can't
get
their
attention
.
Facing
rush
hour
faces
turned
around
.
I
clutch
my
stack
of
paper
,
press
one
to
a
chest
,
then
watch
it
swoop
and
stutter
to
the
ground
.
I'm
weary
with
right
-angles,
abbreviated
daylight
,
and
waiting
for
a
winter
to
be
done
.
Why
do
I
still
see
you
in
every
mirrored
window
,
in
all
that
I
could
never
overcome
?
How
I
don't
know
what
I
should
do
with
my
hands
when
I
talk
to
you
.
How
you
don't
know
where
you
should
look
,
so
you
look
at
my
hands
.
How
movements
rise
and
then
dissolve
,
melted
by
our
shallow
breath
.
How
causes
dance
away
from
me
.
I
am
your
pamphleteer.
I
walk
this
room
in
time
to
the
beat
of
the
Gestetner,
contemplate
my
next
communique.
The
rhetoric
and
treason
of
saying
that
I'll
miss
you
.
Of
saying
"
Hey
,
well
maybe
you
should
stay
."
Sing
"
Oh
what
force
on
earth
could
be
weaker
than
the
feeble
strength
of
one
"
like
me
remembering
the
way
it
could
have
been
.
Help
me
with
this
barricade.
No
surrender
.
No
defeat
.
A
spectre's
haunting
Albert
Street
.
I
am
your
pamphleteer.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
