'polis/is eyes' — Charles Olson
your restlessness is incomplete
and unlimited, papering the cracks of
another anecdote
the afternoon draining
away like bathwater, your objections
are simplified
glum
as the air separates
& sky empty
I pour out another drink
slow temptation
the crepuscular joy of Birmingham New Street
place is rather a proliferation of disguises
defined by what it is
not:
a verbal shadow