Is it my priestly duty to be denied? love—time and all else, at all cost! while he went home alone to watch a movie?
Another victim sacrificed having squandered all my pieces in his game? Trudging home along the river slow, in snow I parse my losses
At the outskirts of a homeless camp I pause below a viaduct hauling passion by a leash warming hands avoiding hovel-eyes Flames flicker on our faces receiving absolution over embers of a burning embrace
There trace in glowing holocaust of skids in human bleatings and crumblings our smoke rises— pure obscure Appease with *****-blur the icy, stinging God of winter stars...
G’nights inaudible as blessing
Am I derelict enough to be worthy? Fallen far enough? from the porches of prosperity? to escape it all? That wedding white the newborn’s head that numbing denial of decay?
Am I depraved enough to make it? to the pages of your tragedy— minus poetry?