watch

I would watch a finger
move its world through the needle’s eye
for hours, just to rent something pleasant
because the money had this really bad smell
that night when the jets ripped up
all the good comedians
and let those great remains float down like rain
I would gather bits of river
late at night, alone in a silent shell
kicking at the wall, but gather them
into a tiny mirror
hold that up, to see
the moon behind me
with it’s good feature, that it made
no judgment