little man (new poem)

asked to forgive what you didn’t understand
no one does no one gets it
the black land of grief . . .

XXI (’19)

how may i dare – apostateconfused into hatehate so sure of courseof its hold on love love so hard to holdnot bankable goldbreathy currencydistilled always now if not there is a chancesomeone will spring your trapthorny deadwood cutting deepharsh as empty tongues and only love’s deep long sleepwill show you how to dream awaythis barred…