10.2.15 The silence which creeps, the sleep that stutters

Anywhere at all, you have now the

silence which creeps, and sleep that stutters

The viscous encampment of your mind

crammed down into your heart

I asked you back then, how is it loyalty

becomes a side dish for  you,  your

integrity faltered once again during those

late night drives, never ever at home

Here, in the chronicity of vacant lots

there never was a realm worthy of you

of anything but insipid malaise, and

a twelve block stop of all that jerry rigging

Off in another land, silently you still

lay yourself down amongst so many

as if that will free you, as if somehow

delivered from dreaming of me