close-reading

 

how importance is measured
  -or-
the devil (=) details

 

 

 

(I) woke up on the couch
felt necrosis
had a clue
grabbed an expresso
 

)fixed(
 

felt i had
a dream
though still
groggy
a bit ornery
orange glints
through
partially covered
double-paned
windows.
at least i was
indoors

 

my sleeve
mysteriously
burnt
a pink bloom
surrounded the area
of both
skin and
room. sunrise,
moon-set.
crumpled cans,
slow service.
infinity pool
on the roof:
maybe cleanse
myself.

 

blood won't boil
new orleans
crab.
at these
thoughts
burgundy, a slight
cherry and peach.
the leaves
soon to be mulch
slaved to a
calendar's march.
time(s) shift(s)
but always
seem(s) to revert (to)
static
tendencies.
nature's
curio-dependent.

 

i just wish
i knew
what time
washes away,
what beige luggage

gets lost
deep in
a cerulean sea:
coins tossed,
turned
for luck
or love.
such is the
tempest; such
a porcelain fragility:

 

the croissant was
completely
cromulent,
compliant,
corpulent,
a mori-cel
of signifying
incorporate-ness
the first (yellow!) seed
that crows
munch on.
the rest
(stations, everyone)
appears seasonal.
yes: gossip!

All: really
approximate 

(yourselves).

 

specifically:
 sienna.
it's always
  raining
   outside.

 

(an itinerant notes his surroundings)

 

i realize. i'm in room 203.