I Walked

I walked the gutters
of lower manhattan
all but asleep
in another’s restless dream

I dragged a body
with dead head
and a disguise of youth
wherever I could not think

I lived full and alone
in anguished biology
seeing a segmented world
through nothing but eyes

Never hit by grace
I survived by history
my feet were a fated pair
I stayed still without knowing

The air was always dark
The air was mostly always wet
Such big visitors
talking talkers on all sides

I finally escaped
I did it in time
So much sugar in my blood
what a watch to be!


my depressive’s bed
my patience bed

my square set face
my frog-built head

my block river-view
my periscopic blade

my beast-ish neglect
my pre-dawn &

my neurological fade

my gullible maps
my flat ephemera

my metrics test
my terse america

my strophic voice
my pre-verbal chest

my furtive _____
my hollow &

my over-night best

my sinching try
my stirrupped thighs

my fetal naught
my restless size

my erring pride
my post-nature stroll

my famished spite
my be-numbed &

eponymous role