You will hear

in the expanding lungs.
Each breath forgets the last

and thus the question
is how to do

in this small room.
There is the desire

to abandon the city.
The people live as birds

tapping on surfaces.
One morning I woke

and stopped for minutes.
There is a sad in speaking:

a crushed castle, sold dog.
The cause in fact is in our

mouth, and in the word
we speak in secret.

A question is what to say
when the whole freaking

comes on down upon
the blockbusting world

and especially when it
doesn't. There is the fear

sometimes of sleep
and the thickness

in the waking head.
The disaster is

it doesn't know this room.