stopped at every bleak stop
hung
watched the sea roll
got snagged up on platform ads
the talk
and wait
now I watch the night
twinkle and planet
hunt the moon
starving hungry
down
where fish dance with octopus
tunnel
deep
escape noise
blabber
heads spiked on bridge
traitors
this bed
cold
stingy
awaits common day
~ ~ ~
They've moved the well
I don't know why, but it's gone
I grub around in the dark with my bucket
but it's not there
Maybe it ran dry and got filled in
Maybe I moved it
I do things that I don't know I do, I think
[get dirty / dig a new one (a voice says)]