A Brief History of the Quorum

thirst in
private
rooms turns
off the color
& starts

lugging
parts of where you sleep

away I
follow grief in our
mighty skeletal charts says one
smeared a

room with smoke
legion in
a diarist's
electricity touches

the chopped bridge

we
are water
& bad water mixed
together so perfectly
the township

cannot discern our
motives
from the streetscape

we are scissored out from