saturday. a minute after six
the gray light
formed luminous shapes
behind the drapes
whilst deathcab
sang a plead
sang a plead
through the speaker subdued
by a caterwaul
by a caterwaul
of aircondition
weary from letters, the eyes
and mind was near collapse
transcendental,
is languishing between
time and space
real and imagined
shadows and figures
what was for breakfast?
a glass of water, left-over bread
and cigarette, perhaps