be be see

another four a.m. rendevous with the infinite
making my face creased from turning the cheek
and getting pillow slapped by my own mind
about whether or not whether or not, whether
or not. radio from across the pond
at least has the soothing tone of invincible stamina
where people still believe
in the knots of the round table, and not in
better planers.tweety birds are still
frozen to their limbs,
lucky as eyelids made of sand and yolk.
it doesn't matter what time
it isn't.