fretting fog

yellow garden path

abandoned street

time to spread the sky

on a table in the evening

the point placed to follow the logic behind glass windows and october

this massage muzzle after the rising edge

to soften the yellow smoke

glass windows modify minutes curled around the known

inverse time you’ve known them all

I am the night

interfere in the morning

the afternoon and the way we know

already know

more voices under the eyes think

fall death to know that my music

dare to measure my life

you’re all I started

sleep peaceful quiet distress

afternoon lunch

a well-known sea window through the narrow streets in the evening

to see the long dirt finger implementation

tired cry of the prophet authority

imposed quickly

ocean at sunset time

as I smile then

not Prince Hamlet

I have another song

I wake to sleep in the voice of the wind blowing

people do not think uh water

we drown

scarf beach stroll

Source poem: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot.