Secluded
A Poem
Published in
May 8, 2021
Thunder comes ranging through stick-built walls, thin absent insulation slight percussive protection
rumoured and wandering, already, shutting down rippled criticism, the light bulb shining daylight
still sneaking through foiled window, still a bit dull aluminum stretches past the blind on each side
struck, uncut, unedited but still editing, reincarnation of the head a lousy mystery
and apparently not done, but channeled into the drugging of tense trips through fawn-infested
highways, flora beginning to show up coloured again, but this is just partial armour
before sliding into the coping mechanism of shelter, of not being looked at — ignore me.
J.D. Harms 2021
