Pass

I'm no Proust in sunsets or shadow,

I'm a liar,
     cheater,
          lover,
     honest man,
a corpse drinking toasts to the living

pass me by and wave

Salut.

Wave

Whatever happened to Google Wave?
Drawn in by the motion of the moon,
obscured, incandescent light,
through a link an error displayed,
404? Or else? salty and sticking to my lips,
you left us,
neither sated, nor confident
for you return.