I
An old man
wipes his glasses
with a handkerchief with no corners.
He remembers in circles.
He cries in circles.
II
A day laborer stands on a
pile of red bricks.
He adds another brick in his plate
when someone shouts
‘No color matches my dinner.’
III
A man lights up a cigarette
to live once more
in the span of the cigarette.
He ashes and he ashes
to make sure
he is not dead yet.
IV
A grocer sits within
a big glass jar of himself.
He shuts his eyes
into a dream.
The sun descends down
upon his shoulders.
V
A vagabond sleeps without his stomach
on a dead footpath.
So many cars drift by.
A glass window separates him
from you.
VI
Someone passes me by
on his ant.
Another man passes me by
on his ant
and another and yet another.
I follow their backs
until the ants swallow them.