radiator
the light
eventually it gets us all
the gin gods deem it fit and so the light
the light
it sets out to the task of rending us
semiramis stands proudly at the awning
white coffeecup in hand with green bestriped
as from above pours out new water from the morning
wise agamemnon cannot raise odysseus on skype
who like a general of rain is holding council in his truss
watching the water run down windowpanes
across the alleyway stand dawn and dave
they watch the stocks and funds
their merry dance
while buffeted by noises from the overpass
and two doors down the heartbroke poet man
leads a symmetric life in his calamity pants
and in the eating leaves the proofs of puddings
downstairs the flesh is draped and drawn over misshapen bones
a dog is barking or a woman wails
somebody reads a news report about how china's florists starve
to syncopations of pearlescent scales