The XIs #21
Got no cause but excuses. Where we left
a window open. God I miss my moods. Pests
in the hotel. Even I’m in my room it’s empty.
Who’s got the green eyes to one now?
Face apart we’re genus, species.
Eye to eye you know those mirrors.
Vagrant things you know, untrustworthy.
Sit a spell in vacant places. Yeah I know
what I sound tonight. Sally bring an arm down.
Show me your joints. To swivel
and to sleep. There’s no rest for this.