like a fop I arrivedat dawn to the wardmy watch fob on my vestchained like a bird at my breastas if a bird could be a shield against Time’s advancea bullwark against Time’sconsequencea bullword drew closerabove the doctor’s headtook the shape of a cloudtried to omenize the futuretried to piss it out like rainas the doctor dragged the bed between usand launched bad news across itI watched the soundcloudflood the port and then arriveall out of ordera swelling cloud, a swelling tidea crowd a chordsome welling that could fill a roomthen capsizeI was the room or in ittho I comprehendeth it notlike when I arrivedto the dell at dawnto find my lover gonefrom his grave in the cavemy eye tongued the holein the roof of the mouthof the thought blown backfrom the blast of that thoughtthe rock aghastglastnost at lasta collectible glassfor each unsurfeitablefountain of cokehung shattered in the airin dropletted burdenone minute pastI went agape and agogI imitated the rockbut comprehendeth notI imitated the rockbut comprehendeth notas soda flew without stoppingfrom the side of the rockit grew a little bitterand a little more badeach day as two drainsflew like buttressesdown from the baby’s gutas devils flee heavenor an eightpound goth-ic cathedral where bad news rosethrough a gothic rosewindow then changedto a cloud and rainedon every baby’s breath in the gladebent down all under the welterweight of water each fox-bell went under each petaledhuman humhum lumen-lantern thus snuffed outa bad deal I drank downwith my hands in my mouthI imitated the clownwho imitated the mousewho lived in the clocklike it said in the songI was right twice a daymarched out and struckmyself in the facethe rest of the timeI imitated the drainI did the limited editionimitation drain