Reckless Cage

Regan wakes in the azure/reckons the hour/by shadows on the wall./Regan, rags himself,/drinks from a rusty scupper/turns over to inspect sores./Bygones be bygones something stirs within/airs his clothes on cement blocks/lurching with blue tickets./Weaves towards the sunrise/first light severe/ a moment lacking impulse/just blue smoke from a cigarette//in concord with summer drinks/’cool from dry ice./stolen from a grocery/remembers touching Katherine’s hand/ at a midnight show

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