Crowd-drift goes
Into error
Gets
Paid on a Thursday
Assumes positional
Asphyxia
Contained within four
White horses
Sharp pills under the pillow
Tethered to the museum
The sun a yellow
Hammer let go
In the name of god
The sun again
Pissing all day in the snow
So much laughter
Thrown clear of cars
The massive days misbehave
The leaves fall
We die but we do
Not sleep
We watch and watch
For the changes
We make ten copies of the morning
