To The Thought That One
         Could Ever Leave-

HOME



there
on a field of condoms and crack vials
victims again of their conspired denials
where their nights are dark
and their days darker
where some choose to conceive
knowing
where encoded bruises
are left behind


a quick-fix of love or potions
to relieve discomforts
of hidden emotions
treated once again
with such violent elegance


reduced to a role
a lifeless soul
with so little time
to savor and suffer


they manage to pass
the desperate hours
with naked expression
with shattered hearts


it was left behind
their hysterical society
where they were different
at least to them


please not speak of virtue
as too little would be certain
and please not speak of verdicts
that may return to you


the time goes on
for robert and brigham and evelyn and roger
for alfred and his brother
for billy and his mother
for all once were
so they still are
a part
of
home