"Subscribe to the City" (New poem, 2022/02/09)

in one apartment
where we met the story
and subscribed to the city
on one tape recorder
where we rewind the sidewalks
and speech of birds -
a spectroscope

her(e)
wreath head
at
bloom dawn
gazing picturesquely

seen myself
in emergency
troubling sayings

god is afoot
she is the street

passing, her head touched the ice
melting sorrows
deep in phantasmagoria

not the moon I could touch
but what was around
or ought
to be

in one apartment
where tape recorders run
we recognized the pattern

there is no reason to wake up
there is no meaning
in remaining
asleep

so go
into the bloom
and forever

and if you feel the journalist's urge
go
subscribe to the city
submarines
await
your patience