the urchin’s eyes


Lest the banalities &
         the trivia

Consume the core of a

Being, eke a lovetorn
         splice out

Of the urchin's eyes-

Shades of thought missed out
By the glare of high noon;

Are you care or the argument
For care? Shades of noon are

Repentant for the sun is too
High and the moist drip of

Dew low; are you fear or the
Remembrance of fear? Or law?

The rap on your knuckle is
a father’s village, it is

Counted down as you visit
The ladder of town, and you

Ring the neighbor’s palace
To see if anyone can drown.