In the slanted attic room,
I take my shirt off, and in your arms
pretend the ceiling is a sky.
There are reasons for shutting
a door but twice as many excuses
are needed to explain why not.
the just in justice
It is about time that I deserved
something I got but there can be no
accounting for the taste of others.
meditate upon form
Poetry angering inside the white
dust covers leads to spilt lentils all
down my fucking leg fuck off.
People live within houses with
doors and stairs and arguments and
forget they are only a part of it.
projection of meaning
Chiming and rain are irritants
at best despite the worthy attempts
of catharsis to inject purpose.