drunks keep calling
startling from deep sleep and
dreams of the charcoal church
don't answer the trembling phone
or set your feet on the floor, sunrise
claims the middle of the night
colonizes the small hours
and Kate, someone stole my good wolverine.
who'll fix the bacon
then if the day is almost done
my judgement sucks
when out of focus
even the radio sounds foreign
you might understand
too many consonants
for my unsubtle tongue
it wasn't even ice water, just tap
and sometimes coming back
realize that the wind was waiting
for you to turn around
while most face the deliberate sun
impacted or erupted, there are only two kinds,
but was he speaking of craters or teeth?

Angaatdjuvik uyarak -- nutakat ikipkaqtaa. --k :)