Barred

barbed wires circle the view cutting through your barred bed- room window reflecting the neighbour’s television opening to the world: brick, cement, antenna, cloud textures rough and brown rusted silver linings glued to the picture of my (i) mage out of focus too often taking for granted this site/sigh/t in spite of tear-shined lenses transparently seeking just(ice) an abstraction a distraction, this moment fading, depth receding camera-less without a shot in the dark i wander back down the street, alone/within the city, its lively ghosts, my own heart beating out the smells of smog and old rain with the pain of hunger and attempted flight in vain