Sleeping at Rose Street

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...Of cars stopped while a man waves a stop sign in
Repeated motion, in re-peated
Waving, "Some of the concepts can't be
Forced, they... those patterns of speech engaged words

Pulled from tongues and mouths by." Relation-ships
Appear deficient. The tangle that
Surrounds and be-moans the thoughts that envelope
And whine. Four wheels pass by at a time, "A human

Mind in the box-wood hedge," the sleeping tired, the
Unfocused image a head pressed
Into the wall by a shiny boot eyes
That open, a mouth, "This may seem like power o
Ver change, you may think this boot is a final act."

Between an open door and someone
Standing blocking the entrance, Joe Pass play
Ing "............" the afternoon sun warms the hands. Re-wrapping

Over and over re-wrapping. A ra
Zor, double edge, sleeves are back in
And pulled, "This that is turned to clay."
This radio playing, "Freud..." tunes. The wind comes.