Nothing walks better than the 'day light shakes', maybe
you need to work today and the briefcases are deciding
to be hearts instead
of thick leather
you've decided the night
whilst it past;

not worth its sleep, the sun juices you  
and a dead man moves across sand

the beers beers beers or maybe just
the previous day as a dancer in itself
was enough to keep you
awake
and moving until now; stretching the ground with your feet

one after another, an absolute laughter and free limbs apart
escaping the need to run

the sun is an open mouth

laid exactly just above
yours, you're commuting and already rolling your neck like a sleeper
with a crook and a sigh
because the night was rough

and when you blink - your eyes water
and duty pulls you on
like an engorged worker in a factory made of silk

there is humour in your tiredness however
there is a rubber floor
moving
beneath your feet
understanding
why you're smiling like the quietly mad
every now and then;

getting on with the daily beat
body aching like each and every part was used
from heart to lip
arching back;
to screaming light.