*this is for all those who write diary poems
i wrote this message with a footnote
attached to the front of a disconnected lullaby
from porous hollow hallways i write remorse
i write complaints i write divorce i write restraints
to hold me down to boredom and its just the same
its just the same again and here is my emotion
who have i to hold at night?
the world has taken what was mine
ad so i weep with clouded eyes
these tears that know too many lies
less that fades is more that stains
on the sheets of my proposals
where i left the sordid anthems
of my past refusal courtships
that once held a meek engagement
but have failed through petty difference
so i'll wrap myself in nothings
and surround my hopes with maybes
i'll change the title to a melody
and fabricate a better ending
then i'll tell myself its splendid
while the fire burns it pictures
of the world from old responses
erasing what was once it's hostage