One stifling moment you are
Here, the other else-
Where, the persistent
Question of why remains
Hanging, ambivalent
In the unmoving
Liberating air.
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One stifling moment you are
Here, the other else-
Where, the persistent
Question of why remains
Hanging, ambivalent
In the unmoving
Liberating air.
Deep down
In the terrified heart,
Suffering festers and hides,
And everybody wants it
Ripped out and out
Into the open without wounding
The innocent beast
Cowering inside.
Another morning out here well-
Spent watching drunken bees staggering
From one pollen-filled flower
To the other while inside I bet
You’re wondering again how it is
I’m always stupefied from taking all this in
In what might pass as a stupor
Yet clearly mistaken
Light.
No matter what
You feel nothing will
Tender the something
You lack.
Janus, so many poems
I know you know
It would take me two
Lifetimes to share
Them all with you—
So forgive me
If I end up choosing
Only the choicest few—
On the other hand, I’m sure
It’ll come as no surprise
They’re all about
My reluctance to chew
And spit out—what else?—
A most vexing attachment
To a double-faced you.