the colour positions itself within the rescue operation, very politely.
i moved the asphalt inside the mars room after i ended the apple.
bats fly above us today in the changing shades of blue
the ducks in the morning became two
you saw your son seeing you
i need to hide the wire tomorrow
the sheep’s tongue touches the air within the people that comes in.
a trolley sleeping on the frozen lake
left the wet ground of last year’s story
the sounds of boiling tea coming
to the call of cream from the sale of snow
from one’s return, should ducks gather
in the stillness of the grey hall
words longer than the red traffic light
missing seagulls sweeping roofs
the sink is choke with voices
to tame the man’s hairy tooth