It comes and goes like an aimless nomad searching for a place to call home, somewhere in the world other than in silence. 
 
Missing you is trailed by fear, and angst soon fills its space knowing that no home exists. 
 
Then it comes to rest in the chambers of my chest while I figure out what to do.
Love another? Perhaps. 
But never in the same way for that would require full attention, which has already been partially paid with no return on its investment. 
 
A poor heart's rent on property not for purchase.

On this shelf there is snow:
Watching it fall silently in a night
Blue as stained glass,
Touching my face gentle as moth's wings,
Melting on woollen mittens.

There lie puddles and the smell of mud:
My mother at the kitchen sink,
Sidling past her so she wouldn't see
My spattered socks.

Here is the box where we go to the sea:
I read the map but you turn early
And blame me
Until I am in tears and you stroke my cheek.
We were ridiculous, and yet
Unlatch the lid and my heart would still break.

The wildest pursuits of man hap ‘ere the breaking rise of sun.
Strange and fantastical, there he slaughters and saves,
Lest history herself cease and thus become undone.
None slumber so as those bound by graves,
Whose mortal tellings compel conclusion.
The nightly wand’rings of quicken’d souls,
Brim with lore and fettered illusion.
Under waves of morn’s soft dawn, suppressed controls,
Endeavors tryst of soul and worlds unknown.
Amble through scenes abounding in mirth,
Tarry where man’ll not venture, nor dare set alone.

In a dream Michael Jackson
is playing a concert in the town I live in
or a dream version of that town, beside a river
that doesn't quite exist. Earlier, a priest

had preached a sermon, not quite condemning
Jackson from the pulpit, but talking about him
in such a way that no right thinking person
would be going to his concert. I watch him,

somehow from above, begin to sing
to an empty field in which there's only
a sleeping homeless man and dog. The river
flows in front of him, makes the edge

of the stage he's standing on. The light