sunday at daybreak
every second takes three.
seeing her on the opposite platform feels like
losing consciousness with
                             a hard-on.
again.

the viennese trams have got signs
which allow them to roll
they are adjusted to keep them floating perfectly
you know, women and men were planning those

late afternoons: i saw a girl while
a small boy with thick-lensed, misted up glasses stumbled
across
the street in front of a lorry
               which
just precisely could stop. she walked down landstraße
with breasts on her back.

Sun