18 december

i don't wait up for anyone/ i easy stun like an alarm clock - a tick tocked forward and deep into action - traction on the counterbalance / challenge on the court, order on the sidewalk / streetsweepers sing neater songs than their counterparts dabbling in dramatic arts - if everyone is on the stage, no one's left to wach the show - go as your garden hardens toward winter, splinter as the wood picks teeth - lay the wreath and count the cards, harder still to win than chat, easy as the eyelids meet - yours the church and mine the steeple - his the doors that open dark - add the fingers and the people: numbers still short of the mark