Robert Frost your muse has called
what he sd, had to for it was in him
that kindness (like all things reversed
love put him back on the wall, she nailed
him
that all that was left, was more road nights
& yr death man, his words
in that room, it was simple to say:
all that dark on him& in his hand
those miles between the hate / the actual
somewhere else.
The principle being a ring, a letter he
carried and he meaning every word of it...
oh christ, the pain on those bones
his the pain choking him, i will tell you
of this man, who put himself in a bag
in order to die, so that he cld live
away from it... ( so she wld look down on
him from a billboard
of the world.
Copyright ©2006 Thomas G. Valle
