Summer grey, that is the elephant in the room
a hammer as hat, an albatross wing
stretching across the static river.

Blues, sweet golden blues
croons on in the street beneath the eave
my chest has pushed out, a cave
singing the lullaby
with great giant lips drooling.

Rain but no rain, storm but no storm,
inside, my head is full of trout bumping into one another.
Cold, confused, no roads cutting through,
membrane slipping off the edges
pools on the floor,

the world’s nude, and destructible.