Friday, July 21, 2017

There Is Someone Else In Here.






















I turn a corner in the maze
and there you are.
I whisper,
I've been in here 29 years. 
When I look up I see 
all these stars eaten up by light.
When I look down I see 
all this dirt turned out by the worm.
She puts her finger to my lips -
sssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh
them trees just beyond the walls
swaying in the wind 
oh you can hear them 
same as me
sssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh
oh there there 
we're here but for being here.
There where those trees near,
fourteen esses, thirteen h's;
we just count down
while courting messes
and skirting itches.