lunch

iii

you know what should occur
should you glance over my shoulder
into the same mirror..
o lost soul there!

i collected them like insect
on a shortening twine ha!
like a sunken boy in green
and darkening spaced..

like a distant crying well..
and they were question
what is that all there..
time for sharing!

faced white cry momma!
we that nothing now feelay!
feel that sucker!
ti po ta..

should you glance in the same mirror
some ways to a bottomless fall
all the endless night and days
lost into a single glance..