~The night man. When it’s time, he has packages for me. Seven a week. No time off for good behavior. They always fascinate, though I must buy them with pieces … Continue Reading Seconds
In market’s bustle, I buy promises of time- new shoes I don’t need.
At some days’ end, I feel as if I have stepped my last- propping up this frame, these unpadded shoulders, boned as a scarecrow. Dithering with the primal thoughts of … Continue Reading Worship
One’s been too many years in the building, and what it shields may have lost its worth. The other, I hold onto, as I walk, in secret regret.
From decades of borrowed wakefulness and broken sleep, this body gives way. The hated alarm faces the wall. Last night’s dreams of peace unfolded over fourteen unmedicated hours. This afternoon, … Continue Reading Acting my age
Fifty years on, in my sad unpacking, this time of letting go, I find, pressed between panes, a polaroid. A face is fuzzily framed in one angled corner, and I … Continue Reading Pierce my heart with cast iron arrows
Slovenly sleep, or so it seems…. in the lightening shades of darker dreams. Delicious lucidity, floating the soul over depths of disturbing finality. Let us stay in this state, where … Continue Reading Wanting to stay