The immaculate

I could tell you about dirty, but it is 
Cleanliness that you have to be wary. 
Dogs will not remember your name. 
Voices will escape from your head. 
Sand will cease to collect 

Under your path, as you find yourself 
Marooned in the middle of the street.
Your grey other, now lean and lanky, 
Cut an unexpected corner after the 
Last lamp, never to be seen.

Dale Chou
2012-06-27