you are subtle as a window pane
standing in my view
but
I am walking out in the rain
and I am listening
I opened the fire door
to four lips
none of which were
thank you
for letting me stay here
thank you for taking me
in a forest of stone underneath a corporate canopy
where the
the butter melts out of habit
the toast isn't even warm
the
Tending the garden of noise
where i grow the traffic
and the
she says my ass hurts
when i sit down
she says my
rush hour
and the day's dawning
the rain came
and pushed me under
she says forget what you have to do
pretend there is
he said ani, you've gotten tough
'cause my tone was curt
yeah,
the slant
a building settling around me
my figure female framed crookedly
in
we can touch
touch our girl cheeks
and we can hold hands
like
lying on the floor
four stories high
in the corridor
between the asphalt