that clouds are cities of unmouthable
decisions or a tea of argonaut
leftovers a dogsorrow of train
timetables for an under-inflated
life in a book I once trapped over it
said it was time for his eye to be plucked
out to make room for the new vegan junk
food smoothie place and crickets who never
ask why the abandoned architecture
shambles to a dented alphabet and
the wind while you were away rewrote the
endings of all your short stories to warm
up this salt in the shipwreck’s eye rolling
clouds to smoke trees soon will learn to laugh
other animals 