dailies

the far off look of the man

set in motion

again the stumbling forward

falling back

freak it or fold it

like that moment when jh

is buying weed on market st

all poise and panache

becomes a poem

while the poem

crosshatched with scars

but don't be too romantic

about it

passing by the occupiers

every day

the cold the hunger

flick of a switch

and thump of my soles

on the street

open up

say ah