ROUND THE SUN AGAIN

the crossroads is closed

i sit there

seems like forever

~

an air horn 

& 

a flashbang

announce
that 

we 

swung round the sun again

~

i attempt sleep 

but messages arrive 

messages from the past

they cling to their own meaning

& their own memories

~

waters rising 

grounds sinking

jakarta went to borneo

~

i whip my failing bacon

lest it diffuse into theory 

& those old photos
they caught the child

still there
inside my tree growth rings