The morning
unseduced by alcohol and bar lighting. Yelling
in a bubble and hoping to shatter
front
cold surfaces
like freeways and skyscrapers
twisting grip, lull
twisting grip, lull
still
difficult to be distracted
irrelevance
nothing
sooth else writing, Thoms lungs
schrill two knobs
not loud enough
sober
but still shaking, holding
on off center
hiijacked by circumstance
convincing myself
it's justified
Nunca, soon