An inch below the headline
we know exactly where we are.
The mirror shows us the same face,
behind us the same cracked door.
We get the picture: black
umbrellas, yellow raincoats.
We've passed the same wet stops,
morning papers playing hats.
Landscapes fill in so quickly
we cannot help not seeing
vitreous squares that mean sky
and pristine hills sliding.
In no time we've got it cold:
the slightest pressure here,
the right and the wrong way,
the long and stupid sleep when it's over.
we know exactly where we are.
The mirror shows us the same face,
behind us the same cracked door.
We get the picture: black
umbrellas, yellow raincoats.
We've passed the same wet stops,
morning papers playing hats.
Landscapes fill in so quickly
we cannot help not seeing
vitreous squares that mean sky
and pristine hills sliding.
In no time we've got it cold:
the slightest pressure here,
the right and the wrong way,
the long and stupid sleep when it's over.
