sunday (2009)

caught in so much daylight
(plainclothesman's funnel)

skin warmed by eye
ignored by hand

limp handshaking all that bridges
(or else sunday cough)

analog clock semaphores
(calc the time left)

a side sleep deletes

recovered, regeared for travel

pool of glass
under blue light

& were you on an illicit?
your pupils played bent little notes

all the pixels spilled...

last night city
a dirty epic
held words

(the poem)

now that city is missing