Fragments of David (I) (and a new Living Room Poem)

Fragments of David 

(I)

Arms spread out across his wheel

the security guard who found him

thought he was in the middle

of a deep moist mouthed sleep

rather than what had actually happened.

The car lights were flicking off and on

in the early morning mist repeatingly

clumsily like from a string

before then suddenly cutting out
when the guard came out from the office. 

(P.S. - An new living room poem can be found here which contains four more mini poems from my new collection 'The Streets were all we could see')