Wednesday, March 20th

• A vessel
  with a heart beat
  drifting into nothing
  no medium
  for waves of sound
  to travel,
  lost.
• Gum,
  blackened on
  concrete by
  trampling feet.
• lost in the sauce
  faking my way through
  monday and friday
  sleeping
  for days.
• The cold, steely bone
  of my bicycle
  sings when it makes
  contact with my
  awhile.