He was talking
Like the index
Like the index
Of first lines
In orange sunsets
Ear smokes cigars
Fume fume
Anti-fly
One picture
Tells a thousand words

Lady of the Harbour
Frozen angel
In Jerusalem
Of the North
Smoked meat sandwich
Ben’s de Luxe
Wall of pictures
Tells a thousand words
All aboard
The Red Eye Express
Whiff of perfume
Eye, a hat, a shoe
Bring back
Vague memories
Of names
I had forgotten
Lay your sleeping head
My love
Every picture
Tells a thousand words