now and then

the first coffee doesn’t wake you
you sleep in then go out
09:26 and or 28 degrees
but that was minutes ago
cooks hill books every room
in the house its own genre
half of fiction skimread
like a stylus skating dust
in the audible distance
know the song not the title
nor the words no more
than the melody really - the song?
on tiptoes handpicked the lady
and the little dog and other stories
alternate title try future cruelties -
tonight ol’ petrov’ll tell the beggars of Ukleyevo:
god’ll feed yer – at which political point
i’ll say no more or fall out of the poem