Poem for a day

He did not space the stares
Of tear drop trees
Remorseless
He shot down highways
Shoulder width apart
He should have departed
From dreamscapes confined
Confoundedly he wore
The self same suit
He saw lamps
In need of light bulbs
He saw stars
In need of sheep
He paced wondrous ribbons
Off tapestries

Now that it ends peacefully
Without confrontation
He wonders if it ends at all
The lingering of dead desires
Not buried
Not cauterized
But left open
Like fresh flesh wounds

Copyright 2005

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Published:
9.3.05 / 12pm
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Poetry