On the long page of the street
every man is a sentence
every woman is a sentence
too
on the long page of the street
In our town
a glass of beer , a cup of coffee , a hello
- like words of conjunction -
graft the word of pas sentences.
Vessels of the gutter , made of brick
conduct the amoebae of satisfactory torpor
through narrow, muddy alley ways
to the sickly , dying houses.
My glass
your glass
his glass
filled. as ever , with the amoebae of torpor...
In the bar we drink to somebody's health
chink , chink
cheers
cheers
cheers
towards midnight
on the long page of the street
a sentence was engraved.
the tall lamp-post which has a wakeful eye
grafts, with the filthy connective of a rope
the sense of the sentence
to hollow days.