cloud break // tremor of the day

cloud break
tremor of the day
silver towers draw waists around their sullen faculties

pipe wheat prancing
ducking the twilight glow
below: indignation

slight of wrist
a city’s baubled crown
bijou: a night song

pitter patter pearls
dancing on canvas lids
lapping at bitter breasts

amber street lamps
cast in caution lights
the solemn rail heads

listening at the gate
anymore
since then