My God.


Like a brick

like bricks and weights and infections

anxiety and grave neurosis

like a word used but not yet understood

like pain

dull, dull throbbing pain

a hand within a chest

islands betwixt seas removed

galaxies and stars and dreams and space

a cursed book, curse its powers

curse my heart and curse my love

curse the peace

its wretched dove

incompatible, and duly forced


where lies the white glove?

done unto myself;

Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.

for This is true

I warn you all

to watch yourself before you fall

and tumble, tumble

trip and graze

grieve for all the better days






I can only be sorry