ASYMETRICAL OBJECTS
a fractured porcelain moon
glimmering dully on an asphalt sky
the television's plaintive whine
rising up to greet the arterial dawn
a body next to a body next to a fall—
the horizon and its dark opposite
crushing the day like a bloodied jaw
nine arms after nine hours serving
a solitary twilight, drawn into a
presumptive embrace, a sleeping
draught,
water carrying itself to rest, to
gurgle
away another night.
