minor key

---------

The song in the minor key
lays heavy on my plate
released from its thick grey green
---------reverberations.
I shove it
down my throat.
My stomach has
for far too long
---------made itself
sick with its shallow
------------------melodies and ungainly
---------sorrows.
There must be a music hall
that provides meals
more pleasant than these.
My bowels are clogged
with the waste of the gypsy’s
---------song
that hardens life’s
---------fluidity
in notions of things past.

museum

------------------
The children scream
in the grand lobby
------------------of the deadening
museum for no better
reason than that they are aware
------------------that their mouths

will soon be dry.

upturned face

---------

That is it,
simply
nothing more
than that.
Meet me in the cloister.
I cannot think
of a more beautiful place
to plot out our deaths.
The peace that it provides
the mind is one of those
treasures that give faith
back to those who have lost it.
I see now
the mistake
that I will make,
but there is no way to avoid it.