I stumbled down the stairs towards the singing
It felt like the world was too large
My suit does not fit, nor do I.
The broken window, light bleeding on the floor
Of white islands, cold, clear sea
I once was six, without troubles
Cattle trucks clanking slowly. Afternoon Heat
There was a fat man there, with a whistle and a hat
So easily doth love depart, so sudden.
Ten Green Bottles
An aeroplane, lights winking, red-green, red-green-red.
All that morning, all that afternoon, barely breathing
The black maid singing by the line
Watch Autumn, it does not come, it rises through
A face, and in her eyes, stars
They may not mean to but they do.