Louis Armand
 
 

Moving Averages

 
 
 
 

night descent to la guardia, the street- grid like a busted circuit board—there is no navigational instrument to gauge resistance across  recurring zeroes of altitude. the punched hole of a subway token—tracing a line between cross-sections, remote exit poles: the broken turnstyle at the end of the escape route, as totem of demographic remainder. the dead eye of a surveillance camera, disconnected from its programmatic intelligence—the very  thought is suspect, tapped in to the underground antennae: on the surface the headlines read like an archaeological report—telling of the x you’ll never locate

  (c)Louis Armand 2003