wb :

the everyday heat
compresses my skin like an
unwanted creep


the buses hives
of people hiding from the rains
of unpoetic lives;


each waterfall
another promise the universe
forgot to keep


spaceships
sleep- docking at the train stations
letting in wet shoes


last night's tricolor HD
dream, newspapers, and maybe
some people, underneath


a ruse. like
chameleons changing skins, the
world turns


differently, i've heard
apparently they found a new zodiac
sign; that must be why


we read the stars wrong