you woke up asleep again
alarming.
the heart is a beat jem elfna square
pounding of the feet estafeta street.
how many umbrellas will I end up buying.
all shades of blue.
there is a cup
overfloweth
tittering
on the edge
of a table
over a cliff
on a faultline
above the city
over the clouds
at the end of the known
universe.
had had
and the criminality
of clean’s
past perfect tense
