Where to walk and where to sit

the grave yard

would be

an obvious place for me

to drop by

for some hours of the week,

more friends

than ever have their names

engraved in the

last place they’ll every park,

the history of every kiss

betrayal

and hours of

speechless joy

is going increasing

underground and

soon to be forgotten

as witnesses to where

you and I have have

tread fall over like

bribed boxers,

fall like ships

off the edge of

a 13th century map of the earth,

take on a sleep

so deep in dreams

of black ink

that even the word

“calm”

is an over statement.