morning came with crossed arms
glimmering amber like more beer splashed onto the windows
all your poetry is about the morning
night is a medicine
i fasten around my body
my tie and belt black
shoelaces and hide with the wristwatch that tattoo
from a morning deep
in the ocean of memory. i cast my form out
into the morning blushing
all around, more bait
for my far-wandering soul.

