empty days
staring and smoking
the ash of the day
staring and smoking
into the ash of day
the most likely pigeon,
our daily jagged
Tele-
Gram
flag that’s floundering
restless fingers
over-
written
unto yourself,
moment of
day
son of Vergil*, worldless**
otherly index
pointing
the way
ThingsGo
Vroom
Time limps by
in randomness
________
*true
**not so true
Written by Bogdan Puslenghea
Picture Nick Victor.