The crow in the cage cawcackles.
The time hits twelve; the time turns past.
From entropying tea, I gather sleep.
That’s now (then) & here (there), though.
At least, it didn’t cover any words!
Rings, tears, ‘n speeches…
Urban doves, flocking.
Here I sit.
Those in queue talk movies.
A moment clear.
I’ve not been here in fucking ages!
A live reading of “At The Entrance Of The Afternoon” & “A List Of Things I Noticed At The Harbour”.