Loose Ends

Tied up
loose tongue
thrusting a thousand empty moments
without substance
somewhere simmered from
the deep

Lost sound
with chants against
the blues in me
pocket free

Cold blood
and kind strangers
like a blanket
echo on endless walls,
Jericho.

You need a good man.

Failure to thrive.
to divide.
the bread
of sorrow slick with
summer's sweat
and ugly faces.

Somewhere,
the ghost lays with the leper,
makes frozen effigies of sound
somewhere,
the panic peels away
sleep.
so much sleep.

That dreams still linger,
a kiss.
while time eats feasts
and chemicals rattle
like railroads.

tying up tracks
left unsaid.