Soliloqui

let these dusty dreams unfold like brittle pages
i’ll close my eyes towards the sand and wind
and feel you on my skin
unimposing
like the glare from the setting sun

i like to creep lightly in life’s quiet crevices
among the harried and hurried crowds.
above the clamor of the coffee cafe
my thoughts are calm and come in rolling waves
no one knows me here
i sit by myself
in myself
watch myself
let the caffeine call to my sleepy senses
they speak
and the sound
escalates to a
hush. no one’s here
i hear no one.

thickly pulling down, still swiftly rising up
thin wisp of breath breaks beneath the din
oh Lord! knees shaking to the gravel,
so vile a deed, you can’t, i won’t, there’s no sin
equal to such fate, his eyes grow dull