Clear days give way to
Closed doors under
Slow eyes around
Sleepy hands on top.
Reaching down to
Touch your face,
I sense a heat in
All I feel below me.
Sounds and spurs
Kick my angels
In the groin, so
Will they remember?
Lost fellows cork
The weird semblance
Of order unfurled
Like a tightly wound
Hurricane.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 