my night floats on, my life floats on
slowly, quietly, trickling thoughts, smoggy iced nights, hazy days, blinking world, muted television, muted voices, pressing silence, playing a blank tape full blast, a tap funnels a drip of water, misty windows, cold silent bedframes and a note drifts through the air from a wandering wind,
a child spins down the footpath, the road curves, deforms, an elephant’s trunk rears and his eyes dart back and forth, his body melts away like hot butter, his sunshine smothers the whole street, becomes a washing surf, pouring itself quietly into the cracks of the streets and the cracks of our faces, the trees as spindily as acrylic nails on an aged hand caress the air like an unseen lover, they meditate to the movements of electricity through the air, through the elephants eye, through a forceful sea, through the little girls movements as she opens her eyes and closes her mind and walks on.
