Clock five hours of head-dark
Drink until the world swims
Vibrating the city in its pool
Mike Bones said
Take
A
Dip
Chew a morsel of ham and apple
It is enough to go on
Go on where? Everywhere
I have no direction
As a folded up compass
North lays its chest upon the South
East and West consume each other
No want, just walk
One black desert boot in the front of the other
And I hope this pin holds in my trousers
I fight a man
Like a broken telegraph pole
Meaning he has dead eyes
Lost connection with others
2 beers he orders nasally
Through a caked red nose
Turns out we both like Sabbath
The belly remains empty
The eyes no longer blink
The lungs breathe steady
Man’s war with the world
Is satiated
Like two hands
Covered in wood ticks
