I put the child to sleep

         and nod off. The walls

                 of my vocabulary tumble down

 from an imageless sleep

         I wake with no sound,

                   keys sprout from the locks

on the street a rumor

         breaks the sound barrier, the city

                  plays the monopoly of violence

with propped up rules.

         I gulp down the nocturnal recovery drink

                  the stadium is surrounded

by the lamps’ blessing palms.