we were in a secret band called 'circadia'
kind of like the tantric fantasia music's
b generation oh how i monitored that crush
crossed my sine waves with whiplash kisses†

the next morning you got up early walked yr
dog & sipped the hair of one showered &/or
dressed then slipped back into our bed of
rushes searchlights nude cameo appearances

you may never know i was sleepwalking even
though we found traces of glass in my feet
asphalt from your faraway suburb's avenues
i fell into a daytime answer to a question

that was yes that was yes just in case you
guessed the subtext in this imaginary mess
the streetlights rhyme the drizzle happens
& rainbows yer morningness never suspected