All You Gotta Do Is Listen

it coulda been
a day like today,

the colorism of a shout!
even the birds were afraid—

left to center the world slid—

form in the falling light: you
become object or abject other

so burn baby–burn in peril

[epochs echoing through ghost]

left to the center the world slid—
sideways through an alley

i heard it all!
a day like today:

a poster—
on the phone—a man
the woman pointing
a blur—
a marveler of time
traveling fast—

but morning was not promised
even the birds were afraid

it coulda been a day like to day
left to center the world slid
sideways through an alley—