Tangency

Silent siren
and muted flash,

Wind was pompous
and made the leaves
louder
than his breath.

when he was proud of his strength, every December
Drunk like a man,
Drunk like a car,
Both would overturn everything that gets in the way
and itself.

Clarity,
than the affair
between another curve and line:
the window grille
reflected on the dusty grey TV screen.

What’s the simple word to be written?
on another even layer of dust

We weren’t barefooted,
I didn’t grasp the notion of sand –
We were surely not 6.21pm at the beach.

We would love to prostitute our imagination
Let the red light in

for memory or sensation
of sand between our toes
without soul.