the breakdown of a ping-pong ball
along in the local river current
breathing water and giving air
bobbing for a little more time

in a blink before sleep
i lay next to the burn out man

dead light tainted with the dust
summer collected and abandoned

the flies hover
the ceiling
 overhead hangs

 a three-fingered helicopter
disabled in flight

he who stopped for a longer rest
became too lazy to get up again.

mama spider catches her web
her babies are on the way
she goes up
she goes down
trailblazing through
the window dust

she is a tired body today
her babies are waiting
the dust is waiting
the window is waiting

the sky puts on the mountains
a gray raincoat

then mama spider shakes
climbing up the glassy slope.

change of pictures, change of people, change of place, and story, and feelings, and love, it just doesn't ever stay the same as when we left that sidewalk under the lights on, lights off, weird cats, tall trees, bright minds, dark rooms, a bare bed, i washed the semester-long grime and hoped the next time the glasses clinked, you'd remember who it was that night.