Daybreak.
The burgher's bilious guts erase the dawn like too-much-mayo tuna salad.
Borrowed couch. Cushions are the bulwarks of arms.
Politeness is the cushion of cowardice.
Somewhere, a feline feeds.
Nightbreak.
Nightbreak.
Diurnal dreams disrobe in the dark.
Mimes know not their boxes' surfaces nor subtle beasts their desires' insides.
Don't judge my crimes by the wan light of smart phones.
Take me out to feel the suns' rays.
Find your devices useless in the glare.
