venetians are closing

                on another small day

and you can see

    i’m complicated like a conquered face

          keep on keeping on and

round things roll off each other then sink

                      wishes come out like cockroaches

that’s midnight for you to dig

     i’d climb out of this hole but i can’t feel the sides

no

   that’s really something

                          animal

                  moaning like a crane

or my drizzle-soaked innards

om

   all windows and no doors

                   no barge-arse though

                 i swear with my nerves

a resisted bubble

              frightened by ventriloquists

and caught up in the beige apocalypse again

                      sigh

     i keep forgetting i’m the universe too