not all visions captured
are beautiful and good
stories should prick sharp
like the barbed wires
circling the view
cutting through
your barred bed-room
window reflecting
the neighbour’s television
opening to the world
brick, cement, antenna, cloud
textures rough and brown
rusted silver linings caught up
in the picture of my (i)
mage out of focus too
often taking for granted
this site/sight/in spite
of tear-shined lenses
reflecting the bars
a/light through lids
moist voids clenched might
only an abstraction
a distraction, this moment
fading, depth receding
camera-less without a shot
in the dark i wander back
down the street to wait
for this weight to shift
this phase to lift…






p.s. thank you (you know who) for thinking of me last night, for reaching out from another world. just when the rabbit hole dropped me down, another story. thanks for reminding me there’s light back up top, that it was my choice to (s)p(e)lunk… our “hippy phone” (as M calls it) is still connected, i suppose.