the U’s

the U's were upside down
frowning in the daylight
alone between the lines
waiting for a passerby
to bend the fold another way
and edulcorate the silence
of a system that churned
so far out of control
on a base of blind dependence
also known as home

it played the role of an
obsessive image dying within
with its bars turned twisted toward
unfailing adoration
repressing the deep understanding
of simple eye movements


in retrospect

knotted capes
and fostered
feelings of
the fickle-hearted
season
sieze the wearer
with distress
and each
and every
muddied meaning
comes bleeding out
with malcontent
a dry bone broken,
a cracked-split lip
mitigates
the pain within

and moves the measurement
of one year
toward a future
much too distant

 

Poetry:


{2019}