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.