knotted up
a ball of worms
writhing in a permanency
of anxieties
an intimate understanding
that these feelings
won’t minimize
themselves.

sitting alone
on the windowsill
singing softly
to call forth the sun
to burn away
this indelible fog of
cold memories tracing
over unformed scars.

an absolution in
heartplucked miseries
flat notes falling
over a deadend vista
an altered altar of
ambivalent silences
a congregated agony
in shuttered remorse.

a slick
of dayglow sick
over cloudy pools of
reflected sorrow
shaking hands hold
a shallow bowl
collecting slivers
of fallow desire.