I have learnt to yell so loud my words convince you to make like smoke and float.

Angry, in the morning defeat
how I wake up at a reasonable
hour and walk onto a dim bus
and
lights
flicker on the wet road

I feel as thin as a
puddle who knows little more
than carving the shape of rain water
and supplying the bath-water of small
sparrows

You are so right
and I don't feel
any beauty within
this thick skin.