to walk outside
and for the first
the steps on the
beta shivers asking
ever i am not
flat there is a man
helmet & i do not
this light for one to
memory don’t ever
across broadway
of a concrete tomb
time read poetry
phone she is
is it my partner
answering behind
picking it up he
own a bike where is
be another out of
go back now the
have no where left
being a university
there is a woman down
distressed a transposed
calling me how
a book whacks down
is putting on a motorcycle
time ? how close in
concrete tomb sense
ghosts of the brewery
to park.
