Poetry

mishaps and misalliances
 
one
 
unburied
the hurt
must have been overmuch that
you had to hang yourself
fresheting
your pain
inundated with guilt the ones
you left behind
 
two
 
beyond the besotted
muddle of intimacies and ethanol
after the flaying Santa Ana winds
of your passion falter no
longer propelling the windmills
of your errant heart
when the slow grindstones
of your mind finally catch up
in the coldness and clarity
of the break of dawn
you find yourself alone
free
finally
 
renato
tuesday 24 january 2012