Tijuana, Mexico 

A Blanket Cold and Wet

I heard his voice whisp’ring inside my mind
Like shadows rank, spoil’d by lapse of time
And dreamed his face was lost and eyes were blind
Stumbling across the room, searches for a sign

A wave of arms pulling his thoughts under
He gasps for breath, darkness vacuums his lungs
His moans sail through like walls of streak’d thunder
His flesh lax from exertion remains there hung

But I standing alone amongst the crowd
Am forced into inaction against this sin
By my own condemnation from the proud
I watch reality clatter like tin

Around my feet a blanket cold and wet
Is all that dawn’s morning sunlight has met

03/28/1998