Another Saturday passes alone,
with my cats;
Caturday Night Fever,
the Disco Eterno
(the informal inferno).

i stared at the phone, willing
it to work, but have
no idea why...

i have an  infernal list of
forgotten lovers from past
lives and lifetimes and at
this junction i am no  more
than Lincoln Logs to their
Lego Fortresses.

Words that i used to own
slip through fingers that
used to hold mine, and
i think to myself that
it is quite peculiar to
know what you don't want
and be mastered by it
so deftly...

shiny armor is nothing more
than proof you are untested,
something too big in the
shoulders that makes it hard
to bear a load.