Our sentences are short
perfunctory statements
serving a purpose
Our brief embrace is feeble
lacks the backbone
the spine of years ago
Your easiness with everyone is gone
my insight into everything is gone
in this broken-down place
We built ourselves a fire
but who will be the first to admit
it’s stone cold now…
Time is a ticking machine
household tasks are an escape
will sleeping ever come?
A phone call to someone else
like a glimpse of some sweet beach
the image lingers on
long after they’ve gone
Your diamond eyes are dulled tonight
my wit is simplified tonight
in this broken-down place
We built ourselves a fire
but there’s no strength in us to go on
and no strength in us to admit
it’s stone dead now…
[2009]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 