off the on

on & on

up the incline
a grey day
evrything moves
normal speed.

i brought an umbrella.
it stick out o my bag
train passes other way.
shadows rattle & shudder.

train brakes
as it's dwn now.

crane on a barges matches angles
of the outstretched arm
of the too-quiet madman
who ocunts to himself
on the other hand
saying each syllable
under his breath.

down the incline
dwn dwn dwn

find me what lies
there at the base
of this rainbow

the loud
the quiet
the mad
the violent
the furtive
the animate

a thing to say
twd the getting there
too bad to be
too slow