frailty.

2005-12-30 10:21 a.m.

accomplice, i am left to my own devises
with no one to lead me, to say
you must move

we go looking , together, hands held,
at the houses throughout town, driving
uneasy in the weather

i know that i am sleeping, but i can't feel
the point where the gasp pulls me back up, forces my eyes
open

my arms, lately, seem very
bare, and i catch myself staring at secrets, women
when they stretch their limbs and their shame
comes to light

something social, something intangibly passed, something
unstated
about beauty, about ideals

creation, my hands
have planted planted planted, and go
ghosting through the offices, young
and small
and shallow

and uneasy.