The guitar
I finally hear its call
after years
drowned out
by grief
God spelled backwards
is Dog
I want one
but I have
neither time nor money
Graceless heart
That taken man said
...
He Doesn’t Knock Anymore
Four days in bed
Unmoving, blankets over my head
Can’t lift my arms anymore
Impatiently waiting for death
He turns the knob quietly
I don’t bother to lock it ...
