sub-rosa

 

what causes this malaise drag burnt sun sleep

in bustle busy office (and after)

when wind down couch the sky still and faded

quiet rustle swish of highway cars         ?

proud of myself as

pulling victim from inner fire

(then you) No

miss your face

are missing

i

j

su

t       d

on’t f

it

 

in

homewarm heart(h)

arms you desire

   kind and earnest

(that’s important)

but even clean

 

laying in the kitchen

thru skylight eye amongst chopping blocks

and pen in hand,

music, reminds me

 

you’re missing