THE FLASH 

 nothing ever happens when you are
 alone and at the bottom
 and when the nights draw into subconsciousness 
 until remembrance
 an avalanche of rolling weights squeezes
 your feet
 and only later does sweat begin to
 interfere

 only later does the city awaken

 some tattered streets
 the flash of wet tracks
 the first tram through the suburbs
 grows in my eyes

 morning ritually descends upon the stage
 with regard I move out of the way
 a double disguise on his face
 makes providence excessive
 how can I control myself when this
 feeling
 so different from everything that I
 understand
 from everything that I want to see
 is destroying me

 something like a flash

 again I saw a film about disillusionment
 or maybe it was a chronicle of the
 unknown
 because that's what a man
 neither alive nor dead nor a sailor is
 called
 if I ever have my wish
 and you agree thinking
 it's the only way to keep him
 if I ever make it there where fear
 subsides
 I'll be ready to forget
 some tattered streets
 the flash of the wet tracks
 the first tram over the suburbs
 shine in your eyes