Tuesday, May 10, 2016

inconsistent, see

Inconsistent, see
I am, just what I told you
and not. Where it went,
I don't know. Where did it go,
the Sympathy? It's not mine,
or not now.
The weight is. The
weight came
fast. Faster than the wait
left, or tried to. Not all
at once. It hopped in
and out like the sparrows
who visit, interchangeably,
inconsistently, wanting
but not daring,
then gone.

Saturday, May 07, 2016

The play of histones

Every one
is some(d)
one else's other(s),
added to
their bothers
cares fears and druthers,
another(s) but not other(s)
truly, just a
same(d) one
different(ed) in the play
of histones.