for Davina A.W., for what it's worth
we befriend shower-heads for hours
we corner shadows
we will the defiance of clock-hands
and piss on more defiant Time
we look for lions lost
in secret mental vaults
and will them to life, to no avail
we become lost poets of four-letter words
and, on the streets
we always look sideways.
Casper Fields
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sideways-lookers/
