First rut is deepest

A breeze, glancing off my arms and the temperature -

digital outside

So swings by the window-cleaner, who shuffles off quick

suspended. His rope and hat

The solitary ballad of the air conditioner -

fffffffffffff...

Siren duets double into triple echoes, off on all fours

to all four corners of the earth.

Sick and sleepy morning, underground in a worm hole

worming rush

Sweet beach in my mind, with the crane, over my eyebrows,

brain, reading clouds, scraping building tops -

mechanical eidolon

"16:13"

"19C"

ALL buildings frown at the crane, morose and global