For every freshly painted mirror...

[lickthiscancer]

                                there's one less window.

Headache weather.

Lines on the markers
                           to open up the fingers or fumes (to one side)
                                                                      [WHICH?]

Tv's back barking, hanging onto trees

and sparkling ceilings

desensitized to windows & grass in the sun.

Old staplers holding things together that shouldn't
                                                                                               Burned dyed plastic surrounds me
                                                                                                      each piece a lone mass showing "WAR

Cramming (deaf), into wide pockets from every era.

The street's wide (everything's wide) cracking half sides sticking out to a waving
                                             hand "Who's there young man?" scoffing loudly
                                                imaginarily to a friend.