Torment In the
Desert
Disoriented, an altar
lover
without plenary
indulgence
spills forth her chalice
love
in a confessional
tone.
Her stain glass soul
sins
require moral
penitentiary penance.
However, her confessor
besieged
by motion picture cinema
images
understands beyond her
mumbles
with forgiveness that is
his menace
and her
surprise.
Working Seven Days A
Week In Order
To Afford A Two Story
Brownstone Just
Inside The City Limits
With A View Of The Park
7:34 pm.
The end of another long
day.
The distance has been
widening.
Opening the
door
there are no cooking
smells
and all your things are
gone.
There is just missing and
emptiness.
The dream
explodes
like an unexpected
gust
leaving cinders in my
eyes.
Form And
Function
A matter of
style
comes between
the naked
truth.
The lost
seem so absurd
as they grasp
at each smoke
wisp
as to longingly
leave
their admirers
a season or more
behind;
while the
lonely
catch the
department
pseudo flash
glitz
which becomes the
norm
until
the discount can
imitate
to such an enormous
degree
as to signal the
eventual
elimination
at which point, it
becomes
a matter of
style.