Like Diogenes lost in Soho,
or wandering with a cracked
lantern in wayward Indio.

Or something a bit more abstract -
like soup cans, TV screen glow
or little boxes stacked
at 11:12 with a dignified woe.

And they all got haunts from
tiny ghosts - he told me,

and nobody was ever too far
from heaven because they were
all so damned cold-

and nobody could stay on the arc,
because of the overload.