I couldn't see their face
watching the clock
on the far wall.

When shouts rose,
and the windows broke,
(myvoicemyfist)
a wind or a bullet
(mygun)
sent me spinning.

They
watched the clock
as the floor,
the whole Earth,
broke my mouth.
Never caught the time.

"Accidents happen all the time"
I was never able to say.

Waking,
no truth,
broke mouth,
handfuls of shattered glass.

the lonely stoner
finds no haiku
for their hands stretch too long

is the art that we seek
in you?
is it in the world
is it already
expressed.

when silence falls
the curtains are pulled
summer nights are as welcome
or more so
than summer days
windows off the sill

alone is a place
and i find it so often
under stones
and in bathrooms
and bedrooms

the air conditioning
is on a timer
and I wonder
if it will be too hot tonight
even alone

accounting for body heat
is a practice best anticipated
because waiting is cold

the unburned wood before the empty fireplace
testament to the season