Sounds of a Day Dispersed

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