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