Insomnias

Streetlights hint the night’s hollownessand darkness is the drumin which hearts boom and fadeand now, those lamps castthrough my blinds,scar my ceiling with angledlines of light and shadow. And I brood dust coated tomorrowswhere I’ll enter entropy’s mawand the fates do not cut –they fray our lives into absenceand the universe is but a ripple…

An Angle on Life

I’ve aged unevengrowing legs of a different life.I tilt through this world.Part-short, awkward clop, clop, clop of a semi-molded limb.I’m six or eight or ten – alone again.If playground distances are measured to the nearest pal,my book, my wall, my shade made my continentand I or he or the sniffling, shuffling boystill waits at the…

At the Catholic Cemetery

Where once was laughter, rain erodes rock –surrogate tears for nearby mother’s griefburied heart and breast decaying or decayedshudders of woe long ceased. Yet in this row, silenced children cuerib-cages once filled blood and gush and laugh and sighnow own stale air, dust, vacancy. And someday my child will join that rank and fileand time…