He writes words on walls and
Toilet doors.
Looping black texta with
Measured precision.
Emptying out his importance
In
tomes of acrid, sickly-sweet-smelling lapses
Into hope.
Cascading the loneliness with litanies
of somewhere else
that pulses with a joy unfound.
Tales of intermittent dreams
and dalliance with beauty.
Strobing in translucent beams,
the light leaks through his
poorly-sewn seams
Onto the toilet door.
Toilet doors.
Looping black texta with
Measured precision.
Emptying out his importance
In
tomes of acrid, sickly-sweet-smelling lapses
Into hope.
Cascading the loneliness with litanies
of somewhere else
that pulses with a joy unfound.
Tales of intermittent dreams
and dalliance with beauty.
Strobing in translucent beams,
the light leaks through his
poorly-sewn seams
Onto the toilet door.
