by Daniel Kerwick
the morning light's
an easy one
the moon
water
or sillouette of lover disappears
into bathroom half awake
in the soft clutter
of a reluctant monday
in certain boroughs the light
reflects indignities and celebrations
proportionately as if one a cipher
the other serendipitous
no time for the ink to dry
the naming continues
silence chaotic with words
the morning lights a bastard
blind alley
next line expunged
exiled to the optimists
if pages scattered for the hungry
if breath stopped
would it surprise you
the lover brushes his/her teeth
today a gathering smiles
realism magic
not till death takes the organ grinder
by the keys is it time to move on
one man says music
at the heart of thinking
the other mute
fading into parchment