Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Holes

Holes
These are the pieces I can't fit together
Snatches of conversation
Where did I leave my car keys?

Running late
Loose neck tie, rough shave
Odd socks
More holes

What was the date?
Red rose or white?
Traffic jam, screaming on the radio
Oh, these holes

Candle lights, broken phrases of poetry
Fumbled lines
Disconnected topics, rambling
Gouging holes

Holes
Where I can't think
What am I doing here? Who is she?
Too late; red shoes, she is leaving

Gone