I walk the breadth of my hallway, among the photosnot of people but things, symbols- that which…
we overheard their conversationin coded language over chaithey didn’t let us see itthe red graffiti on…
sex is a powerful actrebuffing the advancesof artificial sinsweet to the taste.
as the years brought sagacity’s glintto my eyes, I thoughtlove would be a frivolous endeavorto be left…
your old shadow is an obstinate wardenwho trails after you
in the hole a voice coosthat no matter what I dothere is no other placethat will have me.
you tell methat my poem is not A Poemit’s something less-words strung togetherbearing some truth…
I put you away.bury you in a capsulein the soil of my tongue.
temporizing thoughts shift form within the outlinesthey are safer in my head