the ceiling
is no place to hide
your secrets or your woes
because on those nights
when sleep eludes you
you’ll sigh
and roll to your back
only to see your fears
watching you from the shadows
the floor
is no place either
for with every step
you’ll stumble
yet again
over past woes
and forgotten secrets
Neither
should you hide your fears
in the curves of your lover
for you’ll see your nightmares
in the bow of their lips
and the crooks of their elbows
as they try to love you
like you need
So hide
your woes
your fears
your nightmares
your secrets
and your plights
Amongst the mail of the corner letterbox
and the pages of library books
and the dial-tones of payphones
where they will lay
or hang
in the air of the lonely and forgotten
And there, in such no man’s lands
they can no longer
cause you grief