OF TWINKLEDULL

the shadows tears cast

look
like

the
dense
black
bricks
of sudden arguments
and
the
spiked anxious light
of
the 
cold cold 
danger
of
diecast mindfreeze
all 
twinkledull useless
on 
the 
greasy 
lino
of the deadhand nowhere kitchen
in
the
silent-bland and coffee-nervous
middle
of
a broken broken day