your words
are the sinister fire
that burns
truth
through holes
in my head
with thoughts
that forever conspire
to spurn the unheard
consequence
i look to your kingdom
of ire
to learn
of my lost relevance
with hope
i may someday
retire
from churning
this latent lament
the days
of conflict
and desire
were earned
but would never
be spent
this love
once so fervent
and dire
returns now
to fine
sediment
[Photo: Mary Pickford]


