Readymade Nightsky Of Exit Signs
I feel so light inside
Caught in the early fall
My advice for a tolerable life
Take this world and describe
The shorthand of recluse writers
And their passing works
The absence of books
It’s the ideas that time will
Always recycle
No TB or habit for lines
My lungs work fine
Writing lyrics on the back of a magazine
By my bed, in the light of computer screen
As if I’m the drama
As if I’m cinema
I feel so light inside
Letting the cold air later
Keep your friends close
But keep the ocean closer
There’s sometimes a beauty in glass here
There’s so much glass here
Refracting the lacking
Restlessness it cycles
My evenings recycle
