Vanished day,
to strive for fame, to glitter in a marble pool
but lose the task
You sit among the virtuous weeding out life
Personalities sulk
the talking breakfast, the blacked-out calendar
They whirl and fit

I wish I lived with silence
black waves plucking the shore away from things
Traffic stripes night and trains kick
the black dissolving world
and stove-white pages
Drunken introverts graft home
the active and idle
Velvet bodies forming on the beach
Footsteps break the slab of flats
I walk into a house of death