the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Doe-eyed girl across the bar
Acting a shy two-step in the corner
No doubt this is a night not for you -
a night where one must evade man.

No doubt many wish to remove you from this venue -
Wish to feel the wetness of your lips -
Wish to hear the squelch, slap, and drip of intimacy.

I am no different than many.

But, doe-eyed girl,
I also wish to join your shuffle -
and turn acting into dancing.

Doe-eyed girl -
We can hold each other in a swaying upright embrace
'til the dye of your red shirt stains my hand,
and the blue of your jeans rubs off on my finger.

But, for now, I admire in between my own act -
in my own corner.