clowns

you left me

with the clowns, to die

a bizarre circus death


wilderness

i camp and dine

with scorpions, astray

in your wilderness

searching the path,

kissing the pain

of that love song you wrote

by my hand


understanding

we have an understanding

(you and i)

that i don’t understand


hiding

there is always
a poem hiding,
yearning in secret
to be captured


trust until

there is no trust

love until

there is no love

die until

there is no death

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walls

the walls talk

i try, not

to talk back


slivers

slivers pierce

the end of soft light

bleeding upon the edge

near night