only sort of portable

1.
weaponized whisper
this gray August
not without treacheries

Aztec cellphone
has not captured it

2.
weaponized whisper
in the street of the perfume sellers

where the ghost tour falters
from lack of intelligible clues

this is ev'rywhere now
yet we do habituate

have places
if Bach is a place

erasure of the bad map

3.
the roaches in my eyes run

this one, ripe to fall