August

The walls are socked in
dull white paint
and sullen blue-eyed boys
stare back and back
at the reflection in the back
smiling

to sleep
to dream

So many bicycles against the wall
each painted in chromium waste
spotless
and bleed
and so many words to lean upon
and on
the divided door
carving out a different name

I lay my body on the grass
too green
and clean
sticking
and itching
stuck on hairy legs

the spider prances
down and down
long-legged dancer
the spider falls
down and down
drowning in the rain

So just pass on
on and into the clouded sky
a mute
in the musician’s hand

I want to go to Med-school
simple reply

And I miss the sun
socked in dull white
like plaster
of a small room
too clean