Monday, April 25, 2016

the tired ache
         so blooming
                   steps of grey
                          seeing the dry sound
                                 relief is the sky
                                          women stare at you
                                                  the realization of too much sleep
                                                           the cement is cracked
                                                                 a bicycle rider on a busy sidewalk
                                                                         too many days in a row
                                                                              a child's indian headdress and tomahawk
                                                                                   we burst forth
                                           
               bent over time
       to analyze
 the nature
  of thoughts
         so we get lunch
   nicoise
         but no wine
            qu'elle tragedie
                   mon dieu
                            I drink glass after glass of cold water
                                       then off to the cafe le vie
                                               for double espresso