Each day a page torn from diary moonmilk
Ripped out of nights silk sheets
to splatter coffee blood black as stars
Your eyes curtains yesterday's reviews
For there are two nights and two breakfasts-
one,young as bucks,leaping gazelles spring boarding
Other creeping snail pace cobwebbed dawning
It is hard to be soft when changing
from deep water depth charges (dreams exploding
around the metal hulk of submarine night
Crossing the border by daybreak like illegals
in a forest of neutral intentions-knowing
today has specific ransom demands
and if they are not met,whole bodies will glow up inflamed
You hesitate.Grow slower.Sink in to sand chair.Time's clock stops
You get off.Steal moments for larcenous thoughts
All is no longer possible.That banana morning you
is now sliced pineapple.Peopel you know are ghosts.
Whole cities are crying children.Waves drowning.Fires burning toast
Microcosms suffering for a tortured metaphor
You would prefer to go back to dream
But daylight demands attention.Sun peeks in like a stalker
Now ,robe and go.Crowds await to ignore.More escapes attention
than can be enumerated.Omnia mutantur.Sic transit gloria mundi.
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