It was a free fall,
drowning me on the footpath.
The yellow glare had
scattered me completely.

Left alone to suffer, the
failure were you. When the
brick come, you met yourself
in the doorway of menacing home.

The hunger pang was
obsolete. The fish will
not swim outside the orbit
of a new isle for enigma.

The Turkish stones, blue―
green eyes, haunt me in
sleep. Your life takes an
about-face, march outside the promise.