"Prism"
Misty morning
gyrated colours found by spite
mixed and split
heavers grovel
sponge copter floats in glass
and launches light
grievous strength
powers the seven of them
out to air piles
eyes see it
colour be thy power
i see it
"checkers"
Manly twitches of curtains
saw that fracas
in the street
salty man breaks a bunch
always hurting
in the street
hide away you checkers
in your abodes
from the street
checking all the other lives
always hurting
from the street
not what you wanted
hiding this way
from the street
check this one check that one
now check yours
from the street.
