Roger Singer

On or about town

the luxury of disregarding

depravity

 

As the eyes choke out the heart.

 

It was once a dream place

a song matching every mood

until tears

stirred the soul awake

 

grasping for a rope

before drowning back into

the stream

 

of civilization with

rumbling feet pointing

 

to a wall where leaning

separates one from the

other side

 

when sanity returns

until alone breaks the

bones of resistance

 

and over dinner words

are exchanged while filling

up

 

and then lying down

listening to car horns

as neon’s flash

 

under a heaven

without clouds.