Diagram of Landing IV

q.1

H lacerates his hand with a razor blade and bleeds
it's fortune in the minute noticed then again again to
one cognate to another "birth put it commonly put it
to" looking H around the corner onto 3rd street

"thrown into the street" another Telemachus another shown crazy mother
fuck(er) dancing the night assisting(ed) to deal a droppings pigeon
or falcon screaming obscenities on the 'DASH' in Spanglish "go
back to Cuba you asshole Cuban" oh, you say

say unhappiness is conditioned marked by lack of alertness lack
of minute to minute updates on my mother's death by
pulmonary embolism-ism reached and sent to 4th street to informing(ed)
several men walking singing, "slaying your suit

slaying your boots, while waiting, waiting for loot while waiting"
H isn't awake not now no knowing this isn't the
second time it's happened(ing) under the aluminum awning he has
stacked boxes a tender bandage(ed) hand

worrying about how to describe engaged in history(ical) daylight to
involve two eyes one inch from a cardboard no-exist(ent) concrete
dark(end) entropy (if it you look up) returning no