vacancies

2006-01-12

vacancies

two hours past two
he threads alphabets
of defeat.
oh, to sink towards
the basin of despair.
there he divides
and subtracts
the metrics
which we use
to appraise
our loathed humility. he
scales the anguish of words.
words
that burden our memories
with hauntings, incantations
and grievances. they are meaningless,
without limbs, without faces,
modest myths and syllables,
so simple, easily forgotten.
he yields in their breath,
become pliant
like consonants gathered in reams,
confiscated
like bundled ghosts.
this is where he will linger
between concrete and vacancies,
daydreaming in little bedrocks
of naked rooms,
counting
the spacious lengths
between now
and nothing.

rmg.12.01.2006