Chronologically

There is a crumpled bed,
two heat seeking cats,
storm clouds and a strange
pastel sea
puncuated by one small white boat


-

like that.


The day begins
over and over
in parenthesis
(containing footnotes)
one just like the other.

The static of a freeway
permeates our glass and stone.
People go to work
returning through the windows,
as they left,
one after another:
blue cars, black cars, big red trucks,
motorbikes and taxis,
city buses lunging next
to the waves of the great Phoenician Sea.

Their cups runneth over
and there is so much pushing.
Sleep becomes the hopeful journey
and ends with another day.