I stare at his
crossed bronzed arms
the tarnished face
of no emotion
each shoulder
a smooth boulder
and between them
a waterfall beard
frozen in time
behind the door
of his closed eyes
engulfed in a dark hum
the base note of existence
like an ocean crashing
without the mouth of waves
I know because
I looked through
that keyless lock
a long time ago
before I strayed
and never found
the way back home
it’s clouds I dislike when my soul is cold and hope must search in their shadows it’s clouds I need to force a houseclean or at least reduce the dust on my library of regrets it’s clouds I browbeat if
if you don’t care about the characters your heart falls asleep? life is no different anyone that tumbles into a well needs only confess regret and plead their deepest need to awaken neighbors who thro
for the raven who blows out his head feathers to attract a sweetie like a black-leathered Fonz he mumbles an off-color pickup line that cocks her head before both spot the ham sandwich on pumpernick