The Day of Sunrise

Here we are on the last day
The day of sunrise
The last time of raining which has
Fallen asleep on all fours and
Bitten the Daniels’ Cocker Spaniel
Half to death in front of my eyes.

How many of these obscene things need to happen before
We get the point of living here,
The lengthening stars in their wide, willowy eyes
Spreading time down upon us like
Smeary glue,
Stepped-up precision of fan-making, filming
The breaks and the break-ups
All done this side of disaster,
This left-over storm from the time of waking
The time of forgetting,
The day of sunrise
When all the living clouds spoke
The counterclockwise sway of
Listing light that bags the every dream done in gold and glitter
And removes it onto shelves in the vastnesses above every
Shape
Mind
Hole
Bend
Being of a thousand features all undone in every
Moment of pleasure.
Smile your glory, and it
Never bends the winter.