dream in unmade yellow and blue
bed opposite window
man walking around on roof who
doesn’t want to jump
paint them again at home, think so
now and then not
open, invisible interior, sphere
turning into which
getting home at 3 AM after walking
across Manhattan
prostitutes strung out on speed
who knows what else
line of cloud in pale blue sky
above shadowed ridge
whiteness of waves breaking across
mouth of channel
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