Days like today
leave me vacant,
like a stranger
in my own life -

when I’ve spent
all my time
taking on contortionist
shapes

to fit into your heart,
like a paper clip
bringing together
all the perfect moments

laid out on the floor,
satisfying
all the senses
on impulse

without substance,
how I’ve labored
over this body
of work:

crescendos
in poetry
from acts
of obscurity.

Hearing colors
and feeling nothing,
Mondavi and emply bottles
of Dali

for the next morning,
the inevitable
but most interesting
walk of shame.

03/17/2009

Posted on 03/18/2009
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