paint string

washed, glare
of the proposition

along the sidewalk blows
his gaze down

passage gone
to buswire skinny

but with the paint string raised, where a loop
half hugged, half knocked

his picture stands still – champagne
for representation and states

of affairs, their logical
form over a hat or a nectarine

iron tension of the bone

now folded, cock in front
of the page, brisk

the mountains spill
tough red