song with no melody
uncertain sounds shove
my name torn from my throat
the burden of unknown miles
a dream of flame leaping from the roof
a box fan comfort for my waking
cotton covers swished at my face
the hum of this lamp and the
drainage ditch position cramp my neck
this storm’s silent a baby gurgles louder
a forgotten siren sings over this concrete
over these strip malls like strip mining
a million miners dying of black lung
so i can curse the florescent light
soon this will be over
darkly luminous clouds gather and shift
through the sieve of the storm door
my hand locking, then unlocking the latch
the sky burdened by a belly full of rain
i never meant to make a prison of love
it was a holdover, a maintenance, a manufacture
a manipulation; comfort sadly borne
these fingers will not frame my face
i will ask your forgiveness