poets – Thistle Thoughts

“Fragments of an Inevitable Collapse”

that glimmer in your eye
was terribly soothing

taught to wear
resiliency in braided hair

This year most of
the world walked
a bit in my
self-isolation moccasins

Understanding
isn’t something
I can grovel for

Yes, there are dark corners
to cling to

I want to call you up
and say that every
movie I watch lately
stars you.

Now my mouth doesn’t know what
my shadow is saying.

while deciphering spatter, I remember
your squinting, your pondering,
& the magnetics of twiddling fingers

There is no
resolution
or solution
when a ghost
hops time zones

the cerebral rattling
has ceased,
broken through
the attic static