walking blind

A curly cadence,
A flagrant fragrance,
A cheap conveyance,
A rumpled radiance,

A half concession,
A clear confession,
An odd obsession,
Unanswered questions.

Horrendous hangups,
Harmonious hookups,
Impenetrable close-ups,
Felonious fuck ups.

In electric light, I’m beaming.
In telepathic night, I’m screaming.
In x-ray sight, I’m dreaming.
In shirted white, I’m gleaming.

The work we leave- unhinged.
The luck I draw- unchanged.
The itch I rake- relieved.
The touch, itself, perceived.

These patterns don’t repeat.
Cars roll backward down the street.
This creaking orbit knits one groove.
One fall after another, just another move.


11/8/21