Thursday, January 25, 2007
Innured
This invidious loneliness
hath lain fallow. It was almost
that she wouldn't want him to trail
her in his ill-fitting boots. Only to lose
him again, to the emollient
of ten minute phonecalls; the
sweet smatterings over
invisible cables.
Once the weekend was over.
He'd have his rifle for
company. While she would cry
over the photographs
of long-lost time; and think
not the fortuity of
his shiny casket, when
saturday comes again.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:30 am
This invidious loneliness
hath lain fallow. It was almost
that she wouldn't want him to trail
her in his ill-fitting boots. Only to lose
him again, to the emollient
of ten minute phonecalls; the
sweet smatterings over
invisible cables.
Once the weekend was over.
He'd have his rifle for
company. While she would cry
over the photographs
of long-lost time; and think
not the fortuity of
his shiny casket, when
saturday comes again.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:30 am
