momentarium

I like this moment
a streak of grey tops right temple
heart torn in the ten directions
last night's dreams and coffee boil the belly
waiting for a tap on the shoulder
a hook in the cheek
streak the sign of fuses blown
this moment like me

too big

hawks encircle golden domes
your yawn louder than the generator
only due to proximity 
you realize you have a dress for the gala
after you've given your ticket 
this self-made significance 
scattered by the slightest breeze
our waiting bodies still
too big for the hawks