Must be having a poetry reading
all that gunk in their lungs
smoking smoking smoking

And in Žižkov
do men always reads off
slices of ham? man? 
ham?

It’s too soon for June?
huh?

There is a constant
tapping of piano keys everywhere
I walk—even in south city

the Jižní město sidewalk blocks
I walk

and the woman in the dress
which has no pockets writes
something on the beer coaster

and the poet in the dress which
has no pockets writes something
on the beer coster--you want

to too
but repeat it in
your sunken head

and the thought turns to slew:
slew of you
June slew stew of you
and you--

see language as a city
words as the buildings
and yourself as an architect