CLOQ

so as to move forward
my pockets fill with wind
my arms are set wide
and my hard drive is full
but its my clock that runs slow
keeping random time
as icicles don’t melt
but perspire
where as, it's the moon that keeps its cool
visits all the nicest places
while its best friend warms the avenues
and by-ways during the day
and in case, there is night
there are lights
that warm people far away
and warm me
seated on the melting wind

l'a-ro