Fragments

We are allowed fragments

Fragments of happiness, stress, distress

Fragments of arguments, retorts, refrains

Fragments of shorelines, memories, holding hands

Fragments of erections, welcoming inner embrace

Fragments

Midnight howls, traffic jams, thoughts dispersed, drenched

Indeterminate, intermittent, interspersed, poisoned breath

My things and your things and our things and their things

Interminable, inexact, blaming the innocent, fetishizing fest

Fragments

Sheared off parcels of our existence stranded, stained

Every ill will, every ill thought

Every lusting, lasting, leased life fragments

Growling, rolling over in gravel and broken glass

Fragments that add to no mosaic, no hosannahs

No tomorrows, no eagle’s nests, no statue so pigeons rest

Just wind-swept memories floating on a barge out at sea

There is a crying child, a dying mother, there is silence, always unrest.

Pleasanton, CA

8-5-2022