6:07 am

Growth
1.
I'm not growing,
  my knowledge of percentages
    makes me calculate to little accuracy
  the worth of people,who in my corruptive
    imagination bury their dead
   in front of their houses

2.
The undertaker says
    he can write on water,
so i believe what he tells me
   and slowly cower back in

Foresight

Night falls,barking windows to all
   all life darkening or shut,
except one from behind which
   a child waves to me
       endlessly..

Asymptote

1.
Back in the day.
  It makes my head spin,
just saying that
   for i'm nothing like i was
 yesterday

 2.
   The old man
  who never sits alone
 in the evening,
    has been seen whispering
  to the tails of dogs

3
 And it was dusk,
   when the boy ducked
 under his mother's skirt
  and pulled on it fearfully until
it emerged along with her behind,
  that there was no heavy breath for him
    without pain.from then on
   he was led to believe
there are no dogs in the yard. 

Love before a poem

 Love before the poem,
    must mean getting to the point
       the point ??..Be water..not the eyes
   Have you searched inside the cases
      you carry everywhere,
            scratched them nude
    to their spines ..for
     it would be conveniently magical to find
   inside them,some rotten tongues

Two poems

Events are symbolic, 

  like a rabbit

lit by the lights 

    of a speeding car,
biting on a sunflower
    with his heart
 in his mouth..

   

the oddities of exchange
   can be measured,
in the deft kisses
   on an
 abnormal growth of skin..

Dreams catch on,
  as i go fleeting past
the casket of summaries

Men small enough to fly

 Have thoughts,
    like orphans
  stranded at the forthcoming..
    Have a heart
  unusual for its
     voice
   Have a song
 free
   of its instruments
   Have a wall
 but first have
    the will to demolish
  Have a lap
of victory
   just to be sure of your loss
  Have a little
breathlessness,
    all the time
  Have an opinion
in matters of
  life alone,
 Have a little rage,
  have a mirror it can't
    look away from
   Have a fight
  to win yourself
     a moment away..
   Have relativity
 to variaions
     in noise too
  Have a journey
marked not only,
     by its ends
  Have a morning
where you tell time by the hand
  that pulls you to your feet
  Have that thing
    what they call,try to call..
      never will be able to