Observe
the crescent curve of his back -
cockroaches are the hieroglyphs.

When our eyes touch, is it night
or is it day? Stitching sinners
into dishonest possessions
Crazy dumsaint and
Barthes' kleenex box
intricately constant as they
eject cometary material into the twilight.

He chose man
Whatever they ordered you
If you wanted
to keep
your job.

So
avoided her gaze,
It's always the edges that get blurry,
the colour of god's hair.