Sounds of a day dispersed

Written by: Justin Debrosse


Clawing at the doors

Windowless shops barrage

Their straight images on printed faces

 

Bedsheets of yesterday grope

Seamless skin wondering

About moods and ruminations

 

Clouds unravel before they start

As thin toast barely starts the morning

The urge to shift settles groundwise

 

While gypsy radio pulses truncate

Asking for your improvement

And glide away before you start

 

I'm settling in the thick skin of dirt roads

That I know wind back around to the same path